i want to cry, for real.
the feeling of losing emotions
due to an excruciating pain
i felt that yesterday, today,
and hope not tomorrow.
i wanted to cry,
so i cried but without tears
for those are now gone.
gone are the moments
i thought i would never cry again.
i want to scream, i am so tired.
tired that i am beyond numb.
like a tulip with fallen petals,
ready to die and lie in pain.
i am that petal
that people will no longer fancy.
i want to tear this heart
and burn this into ashes.
i can no longer stand the life
of being a living with this mind.
filled with unnecessary emotions
i shouldn't have felt in line.
the feeling of being a crumpled paper,
ready to be thrown
i felt that using my scorched heart
and it made me want to cry more.
as of today, second week of march,
i want to end this pain.
i have no friends to lean on.
No one to talk to.
i can only rant
with the use of pen and paper.
i am so lost, torn, shattered, tired,
and all i want is a shutdown button.
please, please, please.
i never thought i'll be on the page
where i will write this again.
i thought it's done,
but thought it wrong.
and here i am again.
seeking for a friend to talk to
in this piece of craft.
self, please i'm begging.
let me rest. i'm tired.
can i escape just for once?
to feel the warmth of my family
miles away from me?
i miss them badly.
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a/n: actually, i'm hesitant to upload this again for it's too dramatic, but then again, i realized that this is the main purpose why i created this book. hugs and kisses, loveys!
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