Sun, Jun 2

2 is my unlucky number.

it was 2 minutes before my attempt.

2 minutes before my parents' personal doomsday,

2 minutes before celebrating life with death.

2 is my unlucky number.

one for a lonely birthday, one for the day i couldn't do it that night.

now it's the next year and here i was writing new letters.

letters that gone to another waste.

a room that was once cleaned turn to another mess in blink.

a sick stomach and stars too bright orbiting my sight.

it was another october 2. except that it wasnt. 

it was

june 2.

2 is my unlucky number.