I'm heavily broken.
From this moment, I am died.
I am going to fulfil your happy ending.
That's all I have to say.
Afterall, do I have any right to say anything.

I just enjoy being in the dark right now.
I hate the light, it makes me see who I am.
I can't even face the mirror now.
It makes me hate myself more.
For being so not perfect.
For not being good enough for anyone.

I can't smile like before anymore.
Who will ever know my erised.