O sinta kong kaibig-ibig,
Sa isip ko'y di ka mawaglit.
Pagka't ikaw ang tanging iniibig,
Nang puso kong hindi matigil.
Nais kong masulyapan muli,
Mga matatamis **** ngiti,
At mga mata **** nakapu-pukaw ng pansin.
Sana'y iyong pagbigyan ang aking hiling.
Nang sa gayo'y aking puso'y,
Mapayapa nang muli.

By the 18th of October around 3 A.M of year 1995, a child was born.
He may not look as good as anyone or as pleasing as anyone but for his family, he is an angel.
Time flies so quickly, and the boy grows differently from everyone.
He didn't bother to consider any doubt of being different to everyone.
He's just like a normal kid, playful as every child in the neighborhood.
But as he grows further, thoughts came into his mind and enough to make a doubt.
And he started asking himself, "why do I look like this?", "what is wrong with me?".
His doubts consumed his playful mind turned it into a lone, doubtful, and twisted mind.
But you'd never see that on his eyes, nor to his smile, for he learned how to keep this burden.
He experienced many things as he grows. But good or bad, he turned it to a lesson.
From being playful and careless, he became silent, observant and unpeaceful.
He tried to show his true self as he tried to get his circle bigger but his burden grows. Keeping him away from everyone.
Because of his thoughts, doubts came in. It makes him unstable.
Now he never cares if they'll accept him or not and never tried to pleased people.
And now he was happier when he's alone rather than to be with people and their lies.
For now he learned that "Life's a survival".
The more you tried to get many friends, the more potential enemy you'll have.
"Do not let everyone knows everything about you" for they can use it against you.
"Always keep your circle small" for it is only for your true friends.
Happy 22nd year of existence.

Truly Yours,
Yourself

I am fading.
Falling deeply into the abyss.
Of nothing but darkness.
With despair and regrets.

I am nothing.
Hardly breathing, I'm about to break.
With no hands to hold.
With no arms to care.

I am overpowered.
Beaten badly, crawling to live.
Crushed to pieces.
Reaching the end of the line.

I am unprepared.
I'm too early for this journey.
With few tools I have.
I exhausted myself quick.

I am stuck.
Confused, I'm losing my mind.
Struggling between giving up and moving forward.
Which way should I go?

Looking at the mirror,
Telling myself that I'm okay.
It's better this way.
Than to be with people,
Who can't understand me.
Loneliness is not a sin.
Being alone is much better,
Than with people who only critize me.
They may not accept me,
Because of what I am.
No one ever listen nor hear me out.
For I am a lone and independent person.
I hate myself and I don't want to be like them.
I love being alone.
But I hate feeling alone.
No one can understand me.
I'm all alone in this darkness.
No one can save me.
All I want is to be loved,
But no one can give it.
There's only one resort left,
And that is to put myself into deep sleep.
For that can only make me at peace.
Away from twisted path and troubled road.
And no one will ever wonder where am I.
For I not gave attachment to anyone.
For I separated myself from the beginning.
To those people who can't understand me.

Hi,

It's been a year when we parted ways.
You still shines like an angel.
Though my voice can't reach you anymore.
Still, I hope that you're doing fine.
I'm sorry for all the trouble I got you into.
My mistakes that makes you sad.
And I know he's taking care of you.
It is better this way now.
Seeing you happy from afar.
Knowing that you shine brighter when you're  with him.

Best Regards,
Your ex-lover

You must be tired, son.
I know what you're thinking.
You may think of giving up.
But son, remember the things.
That make you stand up until today.
Those things you were fighting for.
That make you survive these hardships.
Remember all the words I said.
Remember all the things I taught you.
Right before I let you off my care.
You may sometimes lose you way.
But son, I let you go on your own.
Not because I'm tired of taking care of you.
But because I know that you're ready.
To stand on your own.
I'm always right here for you, son.

-Dad

It was that night,
I felt something bad.
Hardly can't speak.
Something beyond me.

It was dark and empty,
With a lighted torch I came in.
There's something beneath this darkness.
It's howling and very disturbing.

So I asked myself, out of curiosity.
This emptiness, was it me?
In this darkness, is it me?
Glad I found what I seek.

It was sadness. My old self.
In this emptiness filled with loneliness.
Darkness that I kept inside of me.
And it's crying, hoping help will come.

To darkness I come thy rise.
Whom I seek light through my eyes.
This light I move forward.
Hope thy leads me to paradise.

Once you let them see your darkness.
They'll laugh at you. And they'll tear you.
They'll never care. Even if you can hear.
Until you grit your teeth and let it fall.

Fly, and let be with the wind.
Maketh embrace the sun.
Let ones wander to every paradise.
And live and die on this day.

I'm sorry mama.
I'm sorry papa.
I don't think I can make it for tomorrow's dinner.