Wednesday, February 08, 2006
-troubled!-
looking at the faces smiling at me as i walk down the hall, just keep me thinking weather they really meant it or are there just smiling just for the sake of it? was in sincere or was it a fake...
listening to people say, fizzy! you are the best friend that i could ever asked for, saying the love the way i am, only to find out they don't really meant wad they say... people taking to me like they know me for years and years and judging me without even censoring their cruel harsh words, talking as if we talked before, making joke as if they really wanted me to laugh, only to found out that i was in their way with their friends...
knowing people and giving them a labels of sis and bro only to find out that they don't really meant it, just saying that just for the fun of it... having to know people with split persona, acting differently with their friends and talking behind my back... tolerating people who just don't get the message of not to disturb me coz i'm sick of their disguise and dirty lies, their fake smile, evil laugh, cruel intention, and morose heart... morbidity is the path that i choose... and forever it will remains... a broken past i slide the blade across my arm causing myself pain and harm i think the pain makes it all go away but that not how it works, at least not today i wonder why i did all this what makes me feel this way i look down at my arm at the blood dripping down i began to cry and started to wonder why why doesn’t anyone care? why isn't anyone there? all my life i've been this way all my life i wanted to die all alone i will fall with no one to catch me, no one, no one at all...
by the way guys, this is just the poem... nothing more and nothing less, just an art, a literature... a way of expresing oneself, in a akward but artictic ways...
| caught in rapture @ 6:14 PM|
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