Monday, March 26, 2007
8:50 AM
every minute is a disaster
i have thoughts in my mind,
thoughts that i know i couldn't find.
all what's left in me are the walls,
walls that kept out me from others.
why am i so shallow in things i do?
why i get so weak in things i knew?
why? why? why?
in those days i wished i knew,
that i hoped i wasn't torn in two.
you pushed me deep, where no one can find me,
and you pushed me hard till i fell and bleed.
all i knew what's left of me is a paper,
which contains almost nothing but those 3 words.
words that have meaning that's so deep,
which leads me to a deep deep sleep.
all i could say is that, i hate you.
for years, i've been the wall that kept out the hurt.
and now, im keeping it from real love,..
from you...