Sunday, May 30, 2010

Look at her face

All I can do is laugh, lie, and pretend everything is alright. Because I know for sure, nothing is not okay. I can run away, but the dread keeps on coming towards me, super gluing itself and evading my inside.

I am miserable and I want the pain to stop. I wish none of this ever happened.


I am dying. Crumbling. That pain in my chest, that I only felt when I was truly hurt, that person has achieved that.


I wish that person notices what I am going through. But nobody can come out and save me.