I'm terrified.
First of all, because I can't control my mind.
Second,
I'm inlove.
Third,
With you.
Fourth,
I'm scared.
Fifth,
I'm worried.
Sixth,
You won't like it.
Seventh,
You'll hate me.
Eighth,
You'll stay far away from me.
Ninth,
I'd bleed and cry.
Tenth,
We'll never be able to talk again like how we used to, it will be awkward.
And you'll say it to me at last, “I'm sorry, I can't. I'm committed to..”
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...
