Someone just died today, a friend of a friend.

I can’t help but thinking how lucky if it was me instead.

Because a coward will never dare to take a life. Just secretly counting every second to be their last.

There’s no hatred or regret left, I didn’t condemned life.

I’m just tired of it.

The repetition of everything I’ve already been through and felt.

I have become uncomfortably numb.

I don’t feel like home anywhere.