To One who concerned

dear anyone who read, may not knowing me too well
actually an old acquaintance is trying to tell,
this year isn't a favorite as life is unpredictable,
a face which fill of crestfallen, written visible.
Facing days like you think I thought sky is fallen

it's not easy of life remission as having personal problem
eczema takes a toll of three years, part of me rips
all the best friends gone as days are no longer awesome.
it's a dark path I hate to take but to see light slips
away because I think it's far difficult to reach.

I once is happy, but afraid to admit I'm lost
I'm no longer happy, don't have pal. I'm exhuast-
ed as I come back after exercise, feel it's long day
all I have is online penpals, or search a way
to talk more than laying on bed not doing nothing.

I learn to write positively or inner demon rips
me apart, latter I go eat fish and chips
to forget sad memories than harping on it.
What actually happen is I'm lost in the woods
to me, it doesn't bode well as good

sign- I'd admitted to hospital for bad back.
I don't have friends to talk about, lack
of contents because all this spilled secrets
is no longer, I hope I feel better with no grievance.
I hope you pick up your pen to tell about your days.