I feel selfish.
I feel that the world is falling apart, and yet I never showed the stitches to them.
I wanna spread my love to everyone, but they just run out so fast.
And staying too attached isn't always a good thing too.

Lately, alot of stuff happened.
I drowned and almost died.
I blame myself for not being there at all times.
And I blame myself for being there, yet not there at sometimes.

Many people got worried.
Some got tired.
Some just don't care.

Well I don't wanna post my woes here at my blog.
It's not worth to see people sighing over my unhappiness.
So well joyrides continues.

Fret not,
A miracle may happen.
Although it's a 2970240613 to one bliss.

Am I being overboard?
I feel almost guilty already.
But if I stated the bond like heaven now,
I might regret heavily next time.

I need a mask.
'Cos this shawn is going to rot soon.




I'M A HAPPY GUY OKAY.
I'm very alright.
At least I still can hold on to that string that is snapping up.


I take them back.
I don't wanna care anymore.
Take them away.
Along with my lifeless soul.
Along with my dying heart.

You have acquired nothing.
When you called me that,
I feel like making my way through the glasses,
And slap you.
But I didn't.

For I can't.
For this is forbidden.
For this all is unjudged.
For this shouldn't be done.

Give the love I entrusted to you.
Give them all back.
Because you have taken back yours.




She wasn't there to pick him up.
She wasn't there to keep his steady.
She was there to shrink him down even further,
Smaller than he could ever be already.

He stood in the oceans of pain.
He glided in the pieces of sorrow.
He tried remaining silent,
Hoping for the better of tomorrow.

He advanced to a much dreadful state.
He destroyed everything he made.
He knew this could stop whatever he hate,
But he doesn't know everything was already dead.

The light was too far away.
The journey there was not near either.
So he decided to just stop breathing.

Stop breathing for one moment.
Stop breathing for one second.
Stop breathing for one minute.
Stop breathing for one hour.
Stop breathing for one day.
Stop breathing for one night.
Stop breathing for one month.
Stop breathing for one year.
Stop breathing at all.
Stop breathing, while everything was carrying on.

The reason was simple.
For the morose people whom he was breathing for,
Had shut off the oxygen that he breathe.
Had shut off the engine to keep him breathing.


My parents.
They are unreasonable.
Yet I had to stay like I don't minded.
Because I love them.
But sometimes,
I just thought that I was stupid.
Stupid enough to even remain silent.
Stupid enough to be reprimended.
Stupid enough to have my stuff taken away.

But what have they given me,
To exchange for what I had given them?
Perhaps they will know,
Both parties aren't as happy as they knew.