Why should I bother?
How could you say that thing?
When will you come back?
Most of all, should I care again?
All I have is nothing,
You have everything;
Do I really have to express,
What remains in me?
I'm not begging,
Neither pleading or appealing;
All I want is to give it back,
Never to ask again.
Stretching my patience,
Through my unconscious mind;
Slicing my anxious feelings,
To a wide proportion of selfishness.
Now, here I am,
I have nothing but myself;
Lying on the floor,
Filled with bloodstains.
Farewell, cruel world,
My life ends here;
Succumbed by depression,
Caught up by my obsession.

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PoetryMay mga bagay sa atin na hindi kailanman mabubura. Ang mga alaalang nagbabalik, mga karanasang kay pait, at higit sa lahat, ang mga pangakong nawaglit. Sa akdang ito, muli mong mararanasang magmahal, masaktan at muling makatayo sa sariling mga paa. ...