This is how 2015 is going to end,
for me.
Thursday, December 31, 2015
Sunday, December 27, 2015
grow horns.
because being nice does not pay.
people just step on you.
and i have been nice.
for way too long.
people just step on you.
and i have been nice.
for way too long.
you imbecile.
i could be fucking nasty.
but i chose not to.
because i will never stoop so low to your level.
never.
but i chose not to.
because i will never stoop so low to your level.
never.
Saturday, December 26, 2015
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
i'm not the one who bury, only a blanket.
i try to not fall asleep, but if i do, i wish i do not wake up for it will be another episode of terrible things.
Monday, December 21, 2015
Sunday, December 20, 2015
physical damage.
got this momentary chest pains.
didn't know this is possible.
will my body shut down?
didn't know this is possible.
will my body shut down?
six degrees.
the only thoughts that could keep me sane are the same that are dragging me into insanity.
Friday, December 18, 2015
wish i could still take care of you, just like how i always used to
The First Mayday Song I Got From You.
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
how do i sleep?
It was a dream.
A dream of vast open greens,
where stars burn in the blackness of night.
It was a hope.
A hope of a walk held hand in hand,
through each and every turbulent times.
It was a love.
A love of two hearts from different worlds,
yearning to be nothing but one.
A dream of vast open greens,
where stars burn in the blackness of night.
It was a hope.
A hope of a walk held hand in hand,
through each and every turbulent times.
It was a love.
A love of two hearts from different worlds,
yearning to be nothing but one.
Sunday, December 13, 2015
Friday, December 11, 2015
rewind, play, check, rewind.
I would rather take loud and open hits,
then ones which are discreet.
Because now my mind keep wondering when the poison had already started flowing in.
Now, the last few times we've met becomes more like a stage play.
You already knew the script, while I'm the fool enjoying the scene.
then ones which are discreet.
Because now my mind keep wondering when the poison had already started flowing in.
Now, the last few times we've met becomes more like a stage play.
You already knew the script, while I'm the fool enjoying the scene.
change.
From a girl who always want to spend time with me, to one who always have other events to attend to. Don't even know whether to be angry or sad. You broke my heart, and now killing my soul. I really wonder what is happening to you now.
Wednesday, December 09, 2015
Tuesday, December 08, 2015
swallowing me hole.
Time will heal.
But right now every minute, every second, I am thinking about you.
Thinking about how we got together.
How we shared our joy.
Laughter.
Sadness.
Ups.
Downs.
Your sweet smile.
Beautiful eyes.
Cheeky laughter.
Warm hugs.
Is this how people feel such loss?
Its madness.
What makes us human,
makes me feel like I don't want to be one.
But right now every minute, every second, I am thinking about you.
Thinking about how we got together.
How we shared our joy.
Laughter.
Sadness.
Ups.
Downs.
Your sweet smile.
Beautiful eyes.
Cheeky laughter.
Warm hugs.
Is this how people feel such loss?
Its madness.
What makes us human,
makes me feel like I don't want to be one.
Sunday, December 06, 2015
the return.
I am back.
Back here.
Depressed.
Alone.
Helpless.
How long am i going to stay here?
I am back to where I was.
Perhaps much worse.
Much, much worse.
Back here.
Depressed.
Alone.
Helpless.
How long am i going to stay here?
I am back to where I was.
Perhaps much worse.
Much, much worse.
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