Illusion

Corona is invading all over the city,
I am on my corner, writing my wounded cells.

I could only rely on pets, plants, and friends.
How could parents become such evils?
I never asked to be given birth.
I am not supposed to be alive.

Love is blind
Sometimes it's weapon to kill others
Love is reckless
Its shoulders are illusion.

All I need is leaving this world very soon.
I barely have no reason to stay.