Conscience

 Yet there are no other than this.

The scars

left inside the burnt

palms

both of my hands

when there is nothing matter anymore

and you're left alone with your thought

where will you stand?

with me? or

.

I'd like to know the answer myself.

yet I ain't find it 

or what exactly is an answer

should it satisfy the logic

or make me feels better?

Sometimes

I felt like I don't know about myself

who this person is

staying inside the physique

for quite a long time, isn;t it

how has it been?

has it been a joyful ride?

or you're getting tired of

yourself,

me..?

There are times

when you feel like

you wanna divide yourself

into various figures

like they are kinda

different one another

it's not personality though

it's just some conscience

Am I aware that I'm living here and now?

Am I being mindful?

Or I just, in fact, keep distracting myself

from screaming out

from all the noises on my head

from the pain on the chesr

they are loud 

and uncomfortable

I wish I've never had them

yet, again and again

I stumbled across the same 

virtues

Till when?

this gonna happen?

I want it to stop

all at once

once for all

wish it's that easy.

I'm not giving up

I'm just tired

of not knowing

whether I'm doing all fine

or not 

yet.

or all the assumptions I made myself

all the considerations

all the presumptions

all the judgement

all the mocking

toward my very own self

Sad is no longer a word

Pain is no longer a feeling

Mind is no longer working

now is the time for

conscience

isn;t it