they'll tell you something,
then later on leaves you hanging
like a paper thrown into the trash
some people call it scratch
nothing but a page in a book that was meant to be crumpled after reading the details of your selfless thoughts
to them you're nothing but the one who's ready to listen
but none of them ever wanna hear your own problem
and it's always like that
yes, maybe, sometimes they'll tell you "hey it's okay"
they don't even know how it feels like to pretend that you're okay everyday
they're tired of you,
they're there to listen but to be honest there's this thing in their minds like, "hey I'm busy, too"
and you know it
but still you want to know if there's someone who really cares
and I know you've been trying reach those people that you've been keeping for a long time
but the question is,
are you even part of their secrets?
the one that they keep inside their pocket of happy pills
are you even one of those people who makes them happy?
or are you just someone who annoys everyone in the city?
well, we really can't tell
but there's something in you
wishing to be important to someone, too
"hey, it's okay"
nope, I wanna be honest today
I don't think I am, but it's okay
and I'm not gonna ask another question
'cause I, myself, have been shot by my own hands
and now I'm bleeding to death
but hey, I'm okay :)
— H.B.
BINABASA MO ANG
Unspoken Feelings
PoesieThese 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...
