Saturday, June 19, 2010

talk shit bitch :)

im sitting alone in a cold dark place..

reminiscing the past that made a wound in my heart..

the pain still lingers..

the longer i stay to the past, it hurts more,
much more inside..

how long will i feel the pain?
how long will i be in despair?

writing here is some sort of drug
that keeps me awake until there's nothing more left to feel..

Thursday, June 17, 2010

ito ay para sa masa..sa lahat ng fans ni sharon cuneta :)

for some reasons, i enjoyed my life's special season.
because you came, and i just couldn't ignore your name.
you came along, just like a song.
i fell in love and gave you the love that you must have.
i gave it easily just like a simple blow,
and made it like a river that continuously flow.
but this time, i won't call you mine.
'coz staying by your side, means dying from the inside.
dying slowly in my bed, with the knife in my head.
having vivid thoughts and doubtful mind,
i bet we wouldn't exist with a romantic life.
having sleepless nights because of you makes me sick.
dont wanna be with you anymore, 'coz you're making me a psychotic.

Friday, June 11, 2010

Love Kills

you like to think that i am weak,
like every time you slap me on my cheeks.
you stitch my mouth with a string,
with the huge needle pierced on my skin.
i can't do a thing, even a shout
'cause string is stitched into my mouth.

you made a wound and a small tear,
that made the blood flow through my ear.
you sliced and cut my finger
then stab my skull and chop my liver.
my heart is bleeding because of you,
brings me to hell like the way you do.

there's nothing i could do, but to cry
and you watched me right until i die ..

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

psychotic??

forgetting to make projects is a hell lot more serious than forgetting to change the calendar page, 
and i'm upset 'coz this is the first time i forget something that big.

fact is, i'm getting worse. a little worse everyday.

psychotics can cope in the world -----after a fashion-----and sometimes,,
they get away with some very nasty shit.
but there's a border line between manageable and unmanageable psychosis.

i'm getting to that line everyday.

a part of me knows it ..

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