i hate the world again.
trapped inside myself.
small.
the walls of my room towering over me.
we were caught up in the moment.
it didn't mean anything.
it would have been nice if it had.
i find myself holding me while i sleep.
keeping it all in.
feeling more than i should.
i know we agreed...
but i'm better off alone.
my demons coming back to haunt me everyday.
i'm sorry you didn't see anything that you liked.
i dont have much to offer.
4 comments:
bittersweet heh
billaaaaaaa blog update keroooo! me misses maximus :/
listen to beethoven's moonlight sonata. cures all blues.
Uh-oh. You're stirring some pensive leaves, we need to TALK!
O.A: let me begin by thanking you for extremely kind compliment you have bestowed upon my writing. secondly, yes this is very personal. thirdly, i think at a certain level we all can relate to one feeling or the other.
an english teacher once told me that if you write/do anything with emotion it will communicate that feeling to the person reading/exposed to that creation. i guess it does work that way :)
mayya: yup. and i've been lazy with the billa blog :P
zakintosh:thank u. and for the hug as well :P
fauzan:somehow i feel like my unpublished pieces have been a lot better than my published. thank u. maybe you will :P or maybe i should just make another blog out of it!
bayl: yes we DO!
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