To Be Me

How it feels like to be dissapear? How it feels like to have a dreams? How it feels like to do the things that you like? How it feels like to be something that you want it to be?

“How it feels like to be me?”, then I said.

It feels empty for no reason. When I feel to ignoring myself, that happens to the other, too. I think why would I care about them while they never care about me? I always become a servant, never become a master to them. I give my whole heart, but they throw it away just like a trash. When they found something exciting, they threw me away. They called me when they were alone, when they’re sad, when they’re need my help. Althought, when the happiness come to them, I’ll end up with sadness, emptiness, dissapointed and broken.