Haven't been updating my work for such a long time. Myriad of things have been going on since I came home almost a month ago and these things weren't all great. I'm currently in a terrible circumstance of my entire existence. Terrible things happen to me every December that I start to question life itself. The agony is too much to bear, and death is just a thought away. I wish things to end. Things that can only mean one thing: pain. After all, people kill themselves not because they want to die; because they want to end the pain.
I do not intend to cause darkness to every other light that shines in this website. I myself want to catch someone's hand to lead me out from the deep ocean of depression and melancholy. I want to breathe without choking the cries and whispers I uttered the past few nights. But maybe it's not just for me, you know. Maybe I am not meant to be happy. Maybe I'm meant to be alone and lonely for eternity. And how morose that is.
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Dark and Beautiful
PoetrySometimes my thoughts and hand bleed so much poetry I can barely stop them from leaking onto the paper. But sometimes, too, my heart bleeds too much blood that I couldn't write poetry anymore.
