He is of no use. He is either a vagabond or a stray. Kick him out of the house. Because of him, I've had to endure so much humiliate. I have to face shame in front of everyone because of him. He is mad; he stays lost in his memories for hours."
I was lost in those memories.
"Brother, I am going home." My body felt a direct exhaustion.
There was a brokenness in my heart. Torrential rain fell, fields stretched out in every direction, and a faint mist hung in the air. A heavy burden weighed on my heart. Tears were trying to escape my eyes, but I held them back, breaking their will. A roar was echoing in my mind: "I am not your friend. I only used you." In a single moment—in just one moment—the friendship was shattered. Why did people betray me so much? I could never become anyone's smile. I carry this betrayal with me.
I came into this world like a story that people read and then discarded. Perhaps it would have beenbetter if I had died. Sometimes I feel... I wish I had died the moment I was born. I walk carrying a pain in my heart.
Do you want to kill someone who is already dead? Do you want to break someone who is already broken from within?