I wonder why...

I keep denying those facts.
I still refuse to accept the real truth.
I had already realised it way before but rejecting the idea.
I brushed them off as just inner thoughts that I always have.
I'm still being stubborn.
I find ways to rebel against everything.
I'll get agitated if I think i don't rebel enough.
I will keep it bottled up inside.
I can no longer enjoy my peaceful moments at night.
I felt uneasy.
I felt like something's not right.
I'm such a coward at times.
I can't face the undeniable pasts, the realistic present and the foresee-able future.
I wasn't thinking but my heart's heavy with thoughts.
I have to face time.

I'm done here.
For now.

Laterr.