Forgive me mum and dad if I make myself leave this earth. For I have been a burden to you guys since birth. The only option for you to be free from this burden is my death. People have told me I like disturbing you guys and I've realised it's true. Oh how I wish I can smile and dance like Mr. Drew.

My smiles have faded like a flower. Demons have taken it and kept it in their drawer. All these have made me to steep lower. Lower than my lowest people trample on me like grass. I always say I desire to be alone so that I won't be carried away like gas.

"Last, Last, everybody go chop breakfast," well said by Burna Boy. This reminds me of my childhood when I used to eat breakfast with you guys and play with my toy. Those happy moments have now faded away and sorrow had taken me to be its prey. When did it ever become a crime to speak to your parents for a long time. I never knew that because it wasn't stated in my book of rhymes.

I'm tired of what's going on! Lord did you...