I have a million words to say
How I'm hollow today.
Yet, no one can hear me.
But,
If I drown myself into water
To washed away this aches forever,
Will you see my worth?
If tonight, I drank this seven pills
To stop this heart that kills,
Will see my pain?
If I hang myself in the ceiling
To end this empty feeling
Will you wish to fixed me?
Because,
I tried to be a conqueror.
I tried to be a survivor.
But, no one is here to be my listener.
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 11:09 AM UTC
I have a million words to say
How I'm hollow today.
Yet, no one can hear me.
But,
If I drown myself into water
To washed away this aches forever,
Will you see my worth?
If tonight, I drank this seven pills
To stop this heart that kills,
Will see my pain?
If I hang myself in the ceiling
To end this empty feeling
Will you wish to fixed me?
Because,
I tried to be a conqueror.
I tried to be a survivor.
But, no one is here to be my listener.
To my fellow Filipino, if you are having a hard time right now and thinking to end things, stop. Please. 804-4673, the HOPE hotline is here for you. Ready to listen, ready to help you.
Remember, you are not alone.
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