Ground

I wish I could end everything overnight.
Just like what I said to everyone.
The lies I told to everyone including myself.
That I already move on.

Yeah. I don't know how to do it less than 24 hours.
I just wish I did, and I'm telling myself I did.
Somehow the naive part of me believe that.
And it stops believing on midnight, because that is my heart's turn to speak.
It won't stop telling the truth that I've been trying to bury.

I told him. Everything.
And he told me something that I already know.
But I don't know why I'm still here. Freezing.
Isn't this what I've been waiting for so I can move farther?

He gave me the sign to move forward.

I read that sign, a thousand times.
But my stupid self insist to keep standing on the railway.
Because the wounds I got earlier still not enough to make me stop adoring you.

Everyone, please help me.
Drag me away from this path.
It kills me. It hurts myself.

I think, it is now.
The time I reached the ground.
After 5 months falling, finally I reach the ground.

It's like I've climbed the tower and I've seen the beautiful view.
I climbed more, I climbed too far and I risk myself.
And suddenly I fell from the tower before I reach the top.
Because unfortunately, I realized the victory I've been searching for, is not on the top of this tower.