Black

I'm not sure decisions made are right or wrong.
I know that I hurting others.
And I know that I'm hurt as well.
Never felt this tired before.
Never until I start to give up on things.

I doubt on things that I used to hold on.
Principles that I used to practice.
I wonder what others are thinking.

I'm black.
I'm dark.
I was not born in the light.
My past made me who I am today.
True happiness is just a hope.
An illusions.
I'm negative.
I think a lot.
A lot more than I should.
I'm sad when I'm alone.

Positive is not the thing I have.
Happiness is just temporary.
Either it leave me.
Or I ruin it.
I thought I changed.
Well, there is a moment I thought I can change.
Throw away my past which haunted me for so long.
Turn out all I did,
was just faking.
I don't like it.
But this is me.
I can't change it.

I'm dark.
I'm negative.
This is me.
And now,
I shall embrace the darkness within me.
And let the dark have me.
I'm alone but I'm not lonely.
I have myself.