What is friends?

How is friends?

Who is friends?

Where is friends?

Which is friends?

To me, friends are important in my life.
To me, friends are my life support.
To me, friends are my friends.
To me, friends are always beside me.
To me, friends are good people.

But to me, friends are ignorable in my selfish life.
But to me, friends can hardly support me in life.
But to me, friends are juz a mirror, for you to talk with yourself and see yourself.
But to me, friends are always far apart from me.
But to me, friends are masked.

***This Post is for Expression only.***

i have very less amount of friends. and none of them are close to me.
i very jealous about someone lucky out there. have such a group of caring friends.
they had surprise prepared. they got their back.
they had their backbone supported.
i was fighting alone. i wan help.
i feel tired. i dun wanna face the dark alone.
so scary and cold. i wanna cry it out.
my tears are sealed within my eyes. god forbid my nerves for transmitting message to cry for my eyes.
i dun even own the power of crying. but i still had to face alone.
i'm not strong enough. i not gifted. i not divine child.
i'm normal.
i'm juz normal.
really juz a normal.

i dunno how to be positive minded as everyone does.
i only think of the worst situation. i only think of the worst ending.
happy ending is not in my dictionary.
happy ending is always too good to be an ending.
thats why i dun like an happy ending.
it keeps me blur about stuff.

why
why
why
why ?

i juz wanna ask why
why is it. even the unlucky ones, are lucky enough to have a dearest friends.
why dun i had the reservation...?

i will die in a black, purple casket.
a signature of being in between. good and bad.
luck and unluck. happy and sad. optimistic and sadistic.
people will not able to solve the purple casket riddle.
people will not able to catch my thinking.
people will not care about mysterious people.
people will not bury a purple-life people.

i wil dig my own hole and give myself an unpleasant purple hell.