Wednesday, January 03, 2007
mr lonely
facing the four walls yet again.. im totally sick n tired.. lost.. where m i? wad shld i do? wad shld i think of? who shld i talk to? thousands of words yet to be said.. and yet.. wads the point of saying anithing if it wunt do any good.. i dun feel good.. not at all.. not even a smile.. i duno why.. i juz wanna die.. every day i only haiz.. im happy is juz a lie.. and soon i gotta fly.. to a place where i can hide.. maybe for awhile but its not fine.. maybe the world is not as kind.. to face all of this all the time.. wadeva man.. sick n tired n sick n tired n sick n tired n sick n tired.. would be damn grateful if one day juz walk on street and a lightning juz strike me.. amen.. damn la.. dun even noe wad im typing here.. everyday come back home alone facing the four pathetic walls talking to the damn monitor.. i wish i could get use.. yes.. maybe.. when the day i die.. i dun wan history to repeat.. phobia.. yes.. scareded.. of everything.. dun dare to speak.. dun dare to walk.. dun dare to see.. juz having depression.. nothing much.. wadeva ppl say i dun really care anymore.. since i dun really see anybody care.. been lost for a few days and yet its like nobody's business.. who giv a damn? really really really very hard for me to smile anymore.. if one day i juz went off without saying anithing.. dun try to stop me.. i wunt guarantee wad i will do.. i hope the answer u have in mind is not wad im thinking.. dun understand wad im saying? its ok.. when the time comes u will noe the answer.. peace out
Posted by BeBe at 6:44 PM