I cried.
I cried once again,
feeling the heavy thoughts in my mind.
The emptiness of my soul and the sound of my heart tearing apart, once more.
I remembered the people that I love most, and I can't handle it anymore.
The pain's still here, and I don't even know of when will this shit of mine stop.
I thought I've already accepted it, that moving on takes a lot of time.
And thinking of how much time will I spend with it, kills me.
It's been months now, and I don't know if I can still manage it if it takes years.
Damn, when will this empty feeling of mine stop?
BINABASA MO ANG
Unspoken Feelings
PoetryThese are the words, or thoughts rather, that's been pestering me. And I can't help but write the things that's been running inside my head, so just let me. This is my way of exploding all the heartaches, suicidal thoughts and pain inside me. Feel...
