Part I: A Naive Angel
I have nobody, this part of me is still able to wake up because of my own helping hand.
I have nobody, I could still make it this far because of the tight embrace of myself.
In this very cramped room, a small table cluttered with expired antidepressant pills, my only thought is to stop thinking that there is light at the end of the road, to stop hoping that someone will save me.
Family had become a meaningless word. Family was supposed to be angels, but I was too naive and ended up being thrown into hell, all alone.
The darkest valley finally feels comfortable, while my hands and feet are getting used to no longer climbing to seek light.
It was completely dark, there was no way anyone would stay here.
My eyes felt heavy and I fell into a deep sleep after a prolonged nightmare that never seemed to end.
As I drifted off to sleep, my phone rang, a missed call from mum.
Part II: A Smiling Devil
It was four in the evening when I woke up.
I checked my phone and saw a notification from my mum.
She seemed to be wondering how I was doing today.
