To my friend that never reached,

Bounding in despair, I have been swallowed by the gravity.
Surrendered to the deepest of the hollow is the least unwillingless battle I can give.
I try to look around but I see no faces, I have no sympathy left.
No power to rule.
Settled, nowhere, somewhere beyond.
I am left with no agony, half misery half bitterness.
I a m o k.
I hate you for making me feel.
I hate that I love you unconditionally, even when my dignity has been forsaken by remorse
and for the most I hate myself for being drifted by it.
To the one who cannot be named, who lacks of any empathic value.
Him, whose conscious has never fallen by the wall of his manner.
He is the fight that I never won and I never will.