I always treated piano like my only friend that would ever understood me.

  I never thought about the day that paion would ever leaving me alone like anybody else.

  I wonder when it started?

  when did my suffering start ?

  Every time I touch piano, I feel like a hand coming out from piano and suffocating me, I couldn't breathe anymore.

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  Piano was like my soul, a part of me

  I thought the piano left me but it turned that I was the one who left it.

  If piano left me then everything will distorted because from the start I only have piano for me but now I don't have anything.

  Here when my suffering started.

  Or in other words here when I Realized my suffering that I was running from.