My Light

I’m so damn tired. Of hoping, wishing, waiting for my light come to my life. Someone detains my light. For a reason, she doesn’t want to give my light away. It is because someone else keeps her light. It’s not that she doesn’t want to give me my light, but because my light makes her alive.
Then, I almost give up. This stupid chain, why must appear in my life? I can’t even talk to her how I need my light so much. And for a so called damn ‘reason’, I might have to give up. Even though I don’t want to, but there’s no way out for me.