Tuesday, October 27, 2009

It's not you,it's not me.

I'm tired of this,i'm tired of feeling numb again and again.

I speak in my mind,closing my eyes ,tried to hold the tears from welling up.My friend just a desk before me,chattering and talking.Unknowingly realized me,i took a pen and a blank paper and vomited my emotion on it.I scratched it,scratched vigorously,and tore them to pieces helplessly.
I felt helpless.


All those stares and judges that the foolish people have ever existed squeezing me ,tore me into pieces.Is it not enough with my life that's torturing,why are you adding the flavour?!Please leave me alone.I'm just sick of you talking back at me,cursing me on my artbook.Don't you had enough torturing me with you're rubbish society.What a low-minded you ever have.Isnt it not enough that my mom force me to adapted this kind of place ,this kind of society.I didnt ever disturb you;re freaking life.Please leave me fucking alone.

God,if i known this ,i wish i've never been born at all.I always escaped from reality by sleeping,it makes me calm.But little did i know,it have been better if i never woke up ,just drown into those dreamy dream and after the lullaby sang.And had never woke to face those people,those tiring unsincere days.Never felt faithless and lost under the surface.