Monday, August 11, 2008
life and death.
It's 10 August today.
One of the days in my life, I feel so drained. It empties me, from inside out.
Contemplating over the fact,
why is life so fragile?
why does death recurs so naturally?
why can't we do something else, instead of crying?
why does the feeling of guilt and nostalgia haunts me even though it's been years alrdy?
why am i so lousy and useless, to be laughed at?
why?
some things are meant, not to be said. and that signify a whole lot of misunderstandings that will not be cleared. you can't give truthful and good reason as to why you suddenly, back out from something.
Seeking escapades, ain't as easy as you think. you get thorns poking you from the inside if you're weak enough.
Things, are often kept to oneself. left unsaid. It pricks to know that you're going it through this painful stage alone and not sharing it. Am i too dependent? am i too heavy to cast further burdens on you? i feel like collapsing. hope you will just be right there, to hold onto me, dear god.
Is sorry, all that I can say afterall?
I dislike my incompetency, inability to handle stress and failure to control emotions.
god, you'll help me right?
fuck, this has got to be one of the worst this year. my soul is overly weary for this complex world.
[They said I am a glass, which breaks. I refuse.]
One of the days in my life, I feel so drained. It empties me, from inside out.
Contemplating over the fact,
why is life so fragile?
why does death recurs so naturally?
why can't we do something else, instead of crying?
why does the feeling of guilt and nostalgia haunts me even though it's been years alrdy?
why am i so lousy and useless, to be laughed at?
why?
some things are meant, not to be said. and that signify a whole lot of misunderstandings that will not be cleared. you can't give truthful and good reason as to why you suddenly, back out from something.
Seeking escapades, ain't as easy as you think. you get thorns poking you from the inside if you're weak enough.
Things, are often kept to oneself. left unsaid. It pricks to know that you're going it through this painful stage alone and not sharing it. Am i too dependent? am i too heavy to cast further burdens on you? i feel like collapsing. hope you will just be right there, to hold onto me, dear god.
Is sorry, all that I can say afterall?
I dislike my incompetency, inability to handle stress and failure to control emotions.
god, you'll help me right?
fuck, this has got to be one of the worst this year. my soul is overly weary for this complex world.
[They said I am a glass, which breaks. I refuse.]
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