Minggu, 24 Maret 2013

sunday morning

you know what? yes, i've changed. i'm not as nice as i used to be, because i don't want to get used or walked over, i don't trust everyone and telll them my secret. because behind every fake smile is a backstabbing bitch.
i distance myself from people because in the end they're only going to leave. i've changed because i've realized that i'm the only person i can depand on :)

trust me, i know how it feels. i know exactly how it feels to cry in the shower. so no one can hear you .
i know what it is like to wait for everyone to be asleep , so you can fall apart for everything to hurt, so bad. you just want it all TO END. i know exactly how it feels, i was in your situation even until now.


i am not sad, she would repeat to herself over and over, i am not sad.
as if she might one day convince herself or fool herself or convince others , the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. i am not sad. i am not sad . -____-
because her life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room.

she would fall asleep with her heart at the foot of his bed, like some do-mesticated animal that was no part of her at all.
and each morning she would wake with it again in the cupboard of her rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping.
and by midafternoon she was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else,. i am not sad.

- iam talked with mirror in the morning-

because he said " early morning is the right time to reflect ur self"

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