I know it sounds wierd but just like you, I have blood.
Liters and Liters and Liters of blood to be exact.
One cut, then my blood will come out.
One stab, then my blood will explode.
One blade, and my life have a chance to end.
If you're paying attention, Just like I said earlier, I have liters and liters and liters of blood.
Which means I can fulfill an empty tank with it. But my point is..
Can i fulfill your happiness with my blood?
If i cut my wrists right now, will you be satisfied with it?
I'm not trying to be Leona Lewis, but the fact that I am bleeding. Maybe I am.
My blood is slowly running..
And Running..
It's endlessly running starting from my wrist, down to my hand.
And It started to leak..
The sound of the leaking is slowly taking my breath away.. Literally.
Don't feel guilty my friend. I'm the one should be. Because if someone needs to be responsible with it..
That person will be nobody, nobody BUT ME.
Ginawa ko ito nung mga panahong sawang sawa na ako sa mundo. Pakiramdam ko ay hindi na ako kailangan ng mga tao sa paligid ko. Hindi ko masabi sa ibang tao kaya naman sa pamamagitan ng lapis at papel nasabi ko ang nararamdaman ko.
The feeling of emptiness is slowly drowning me that time. Somebody asks me, "What is wrong?" I simply said, "Everything."
Everything is wrong.
