Exhausted

I am talking about my mind, not my body.
I said: I am unwell and shattered.
I am saying my soul, not my physical entity.

Tonight, I sat quietly at home by myself.
Questioning myself what am I fighting for here?
Here. London.
For better career? For an escape? For love? For my future?
Silent. I have no answer at all.
Just a thought of this idea, I know I am not alright.

If you don't change your mentality.
No matter where you are. That's actually stay the same.
Too many things to worry but no one can talk to.
I hope there is a listener who willing to listen but not judge me.

You wouldn't know.
Yes, you wouldn't understand what I am going through.

Goodnight.