menulis

I was born, yet I felt as though I lived before.

I breathed, though I struggled for the air that would keep me sane.

I ate food and drink, but I still craved for more.

I slept, but I was still awake and pulsing with energy inside.

I made my first friend, but I knew I would have to say goodbye sometime.

I felt fear, even though my head was streaming with it already beforehand.

I felt joy, yet my body ached of pain and sorrow.

I wept, but my tears tasted of sweet wine instead of seasalt.

I ran through the light of the morning sun, though my spirit raced into the wild night.

I dreamed of heroes and happiness, knowing however that it was an illusion upon waking up.

I looked into eyes of beauty, only to see them wash away the selanjutnya day.

I fell weak and frail, but my spirit strengthened the loss.

I reached for hands of help, only to have them drag me down.

I closed my eyes, to see the light.

...to thus being born again...

umm hey guys sorry i have not diposting anything in so long I got major menulis block and had to wait untill all of my expertise came back to me.

I seek a release
from the pain that I feel
Inside my jantung there is only
Anger, betrayal and sadness!

Lonliness is a terrible thing
with no-one to see the state that Im in
my head is spinning think im gonna be sick
oh please god
send me someone I can relate to

I cant trust my mum shes to far gone
cant trust my dad hes just an pantat, keledai
If i cant trust my family who can i trust?

Inside my chest is a hole
where my jantung once was
My mum cruelly tore it out
and then stamped all over it!
I was only a child
burdened with adult responsibilities!

and inside that hole
If anda can see past all of the scars
anda will see my suppresed heart!