Sometimes I wished I wasn’t here; often I feel I don’t belong. Or maybe, it’s just that I feel unwanted but don’t want to accept the fact of the matter.
Why can’t anyone understand me? Am I such a faulty person?
I lock the door to block out the contagious insults but what I really wanted to do is to lock myself from this insane world.
I bear the tantrums thrown at me; like stoning a culprit of a destructive deed. Often, I slap the bitter memories that come lingering about my mind out of my head, cry the tears that heals my wounds, and listens to gospels that sometimes revive my soul.
I’ve did it all. Oh yes I did….Kicking, tearing, punching, screaming, drinking, smoking, praying….but none of it helped.
Then one day I finally got my cure…''Silence became my speaker''

Eyes full of venom, the terror that it holds. The intense pressure of his grip on my arm, stopped the flow of blood through my veins. Dragging me into the darkness. I pleaded for freedom and for forgiveness, but he ignored my request and hurt me more.
     The moment is here, his fangs bore into my neck. Slowly i felt my blood draining out of me. Helpless and weak, i stretched my arms out and scramble for air; gasping for breath. Growing empty with each passing second, i felt my body slumped down on the ground.

I have tried to forget the scars you cost me and the tears i've wasted on the days that were not meant to be the way they were. Sometimes i hate myself for the things i did to please you, but i was stupid to think that a person like you would be mine. I live with the regret that i fell into your ruthless trap, that i loved the unlove, that i couldn't see that cheap, vicious beast in you. Cold and empty is your heart. If i could change that one thing it would the day you enter into this peaceful world.