I Cherished You, Little One

O' where were days that you’ve been hoping?

O' where were days you put a smile on your face?

O' where were days you walk down the street to find yourself all alone?

O' where were days you wanted to be “something else"?

Now, you are “something else".

Nothing we got, still on breaking steps.

The only thing we had is under level sanity.

Risking something that our mind can’t get rid of.

I wonder, how much would you proud of me being alive at this far moment of truth?

Back when you still on that swing, waiting for your turn.

Back when you still thinking what one plus one.

Back when you still finding math was the only thing that hardest to do.

Back when you still finding death is so scary yet you didn’t want to die.

Sorry for what I have became, Little One.

Now, I have become eternity as I choose when it will be my turn.

Now, I have been thinking how I would survive in this crazy yet messy world.

Now, I have been finding that living is the hardest thing to do.

Now, I have been thinking which way I would die—not scared of any death thing coming up.

I am sorry, Little One.

I am sorry for all of we have been through all along.

I am sorry for being this hard.

I am sorry for being this dirty.

I hope you will be standing from afar—putting smile on your face as I walk through this shattering steps with my bloody hands and foot.