thursday. a gloomy day , covered with despair and sorrow.

why must there be doubt, and insecurity.
why must my past affect us. when yours never did.

i have nothing left for me,
as i've gave you my soul and flesh,
my skin and bones.
but seems , it's still not good enough.

when come moon,
we fight over the yesterday's sun.
when come sun,
we still kill each other ,
for yesterday's done.

why .. . .. .