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''