Self-Esteem Is the Price of Death
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Thursday, the fourth day of the swaster. Where all students must watch a demonstration of the campus extracurricular program. All students must wear original school sports shirts.
Time shows at 10:00, Angeli just woke up from her sleep. He saw a maroon-colored box wrapped in pink ribbons located beside him.
Without a second thought, Angeli opened the box. When Angeli opened it she was confused because it contained only three sheets of dull paper.
Slowly he opened the first paper he picked up and read the contents.
HEART SCREAM
The day is not as big as my heart
The rain is not as hard as my inner cry
The cries of lightning are not as loud as the screams of my soul
The thunder of the clouds is not as sweet as my heart
The tree dancing
Lightning struck as if waving a hand
He led me to approach him
Giving me hope that is disappearing
O self...
Where are you going...?
Legs are uncertain
Looking for the love that is always waiting for
Until it is time to approach
"It right? the poem I made in 2nd grade Junior High? I used to throw it away. Who's keeping it? " whispered heart Angeli.
Angeli flipped the paper, behind which was written "This poem I deliberately kept, because I felt this poem was the story of my life. This poem also makes me want to be close to you."
Angeli kept it and took out a second paper.
QUESTION MARK...?
Life curve
Sometimes I don't survive
I woke up alone
Sighing on increasingly stifling breath
How tired I am to walk in the round of life
Thousands of challenges
Until it raises questions
I don't know when I found the answer
Should I stop here...?
Leave questions without answers!
Or should I run...?
Looking for answers to that question?
I don't know what I should do
I don't know when I can hold on
Enduring the bitter sweetness of solitude
In the midst of darkness, worry
Will I be able to face reality...?
Might as well... I should be able to let go
My liv... A QUESTION MARK
"This is also the poem I made in 2nd grade Junior High that I threw away too?" Angeli flipped her paper and read her writing, "This poem draws my heart to have you."
Angeli opened the third paper and read it.
COME THE LIGHT
I lost myself in the darkness
Passing through the hallways of silence
Looking for a light of hope
I don't know when I found it
The darkness is approaching
I want to feel shunned
But I can't deny it
Everything that's not happening
Whimpering me in pain
No one is treating
Crying I'm lonely
No one accompanied
Where should I go...?
Leave this darkness
Where should I look...?
A spot of light that I always remember
Hopeful...
Present light...
Until the darkness soon passed
Leaving my loneliness
"This poem brings me into your life and wants to be your light."
"Areally who picked up all these poems I threw away?" whispered heart of Angeli.
"Open HP. Who knows if he sent a message." Angeli directly open her hand phone.
(opens WhatsApp pesam)
+62××××
"I hope you've received and read the box I put on Aaron's brother."
+62××××
"I know Brother Aaron has asked permission for you, you can't go to college. But, I hope you can watch the demonstration of karate exkul. Hours 13.00. Thank you." Thank you."
Angeli keeps her hand phone.
"It seems I know who you are." whispered Angeli, the other messages piled up on WhatsApp were left alone. Angeli immediately took a shower and prepared.
Angeli was wearing her high school sports shirt, stuffed into her black lace skirt, because she didn't like to wear the pair's pants.
SERIATE...
