mona lisa

You call them sweetheart, you try to be generous, you spent most of your time with them, you act all kind and caring thinking that somehow you've showed that person that you sincerely care for them. Well, guess what honey? Sincerity is something abstract but like some famous abstract paintings in the world, we can somehow feel them. Needless to say, I don't need your pretentious care. If that's all that you can give me, I don't want any of it. I'll be fine by myself.

 

 

numb

It's funny how one little thing can tick you off and then the world seems to be such an annoying place to be. All of a sudden, you can't stand that one person who has always been there for you and you can't help but to worry about every single little thing--things that don't even matter. Then, you let all of that, all of that little black unnecessary dots blind your eyes from seeing the good things in life. You are blind, always running, always chasing but you'll never get to the finish line. You couldn't even see a finish line. And your life, went by--just like that. 

i don't know why i am the way i am

What do you do when the person who hurt you the most is yourself? What do you do when the person who disappoint you the most is yourself? What do you do when you blame yourself for everything? Not knowing what is really going on, not knowing why you're feeling this way, not knowing, not knowing, not knowing. It hurts so much--that the tears refuse to come out. How am I supposed to let it out then? How am I supposed to lessen the pain in my heart when I couldn't even get it out? How am I supposed to make room for happiness when all my heart is filled up with are tears. Do I have to hurt myself now? In the hope that when the blood gushes out, so will the pain. In the hope. In the hope.