This I made for someone who had taught me what life is whenever I was with him, and I guess he forgot to teach me what is life whenever I’m without him. Labuan Island is the place where we met and share the joys and sadness together and funny how those things can change in a blink of an eye and it feels like committing suicide. Lost and confused.

They said suicide is when you cut your veins,
They said suicide is when you jump off a building,
They said suicide is when you let yourself drown in a bathtub,
They said suicide is when you stab your heart with a knife,
They said suicide is when you shoot your head with a gun,
But they never said suicide is when you’re being left.
Suicide is when you read their poems for you over and over again,
Suicide is when the memories keep punching your head,
Suicide is when their voice keep echoing in your ears,
Suicide is when their words stuck in your throat,
Suicide is when their warm touch stick on your cold  skin,
Suicide is when their face all over the place when you’re alone,
Suicide is feeling like you’re no longer live even though you’re breathing,
Suicide is when you’re incapable of doing anything without them,

Suicide is him.
He spends waaaaaaaaay too much time on this, but he finds joy in nothing else. Go easy on him.
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