I am only human
I laugh, I cry
Im hurt at times
I pray, I eat
I do normal things
I sing, I dance
I draw, and have romance

I am only human
I am only human
I breathe I sigh
I fail I try
I am not perfect
because I am only a human.

It's february,
The month of love
Where cupid hits couples
With his heartly arrow.

Couples everywhere,
Dating anywhere,
Having fun here and there,
I wish I had one like theirs.

It's Valentines day,
It's February,
It's the couples month!

Sadly, I got no one.

11:11
He wished that the poor little kid gets food and all his needs.
11:11
He wished for that girl in the a street that she will no longer sell love to another man.
11:11
He wished that the old waiter gets treated good in his work.
11:11
He wished for the newly born girl in her mother's arms that her future will be good and happy.

....11:11
He wished for something he never ever felt before.
To feel loved.

Are you lonesome tonight?

I wonder if you're lonesome tonight.
You know someone said that the world's a stage
And each must play a part.
Fate had me playing in love you as my sweet heart.
Act one was when we met, I loved you at first glance
You read your line so cleverly and never missed a cue
Then came act two, you seemed to change and you acted strange
And why I'll never know.
Honey, you lied when you said you loved me
And I had no cause to doubt you.
But I'd rather go on hearing your lies
Than go on living without you.
Now the stage is bare and I'm standing there
With emptiness all around
And if you won't come back to me
Then make them bring the curtain down.

Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again?
Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?

-**Elvis Presley

I remember the time we met, it was my sister's birthday celebration. April 29, 2014, at 8:30PM. You said, "Hi". Never did I knew that that simple greeting would change my life. Days past, and all I did was hold my phone and talk to you. From the morning I wake up, 'till 4AM that i'm still awake. Everyday, this is our routine. I remember you, telling me a story about how your friend thinks that you're crazy about me, as he had never seen you smile like that before. I remember laughing at both of you, me asking him, "Why? You jealous?" I really do hope he was right. After for weeks and weeks that we've talked, I still haven't known a lot of you, but I feel like i've known you for so long, you feeling the same.

But did you really?

Months passed, A picture popped up on the side of my screen. I thought, "Why does he have a poser account?" The guy has the same face, a different picture and a different name. I've felt something inside of me broke. So I've searched, and searched, until I came to the conclusion, the sad truth.

I've confronted you with it, but all you told me are lies. I thought, did you really loved me? Did you really liked me at the start? Did you mean it, when you said you got your reasons for being like that?

I can't really do anything now, do I? All I can do is move on, and forget about you.

Oh, and news flash, I'm still not completely 100% over you.

You say I'm crazy..
'Cause you don't think I know what you've done.
But when you call me 'Baby',
I know i'm not the only one.

Snow flakes falling down,
Kids screaming in glee,
Families gathering,
Gifts giving,
It's Christmas!

Be happy, Be lovely, Be good!
Santa is gonna be here, Santa is gonna give love!
They say, give love on Christmas day.
They say, it's better to give than to receive.*

That's Christmas for everyone.....

But did you ever think about giving gifts or food or a coat for the homeless people? Think about it.
You go out; wearing jacker, gloves, and a beanie.
Then you see a homeless person, an old poor fragile woman, only in her normal clothing.
Think about how she copes with the cold night wind, just to beg for coins and save it for food. For her, or for her family.

Not all Christmas are happy for everyone.

Don't complain if you don't like your food.
Don't complain how you don't like your gift.
Don't complain how your family is annoying, pushing you to wear your Christmas jumpers.
Because there are people who are wishing to be in your place, to feel how Christmas feels like.

Sometimes I just want to think that it's real.
Sometimes I just want to think that we're real.
Sometimes I just want to know what you really feel.
'Cause sometimes thinking about it makes me ill.
Sometimes I just want to stop everything.
Sometimes I just want to get me killed.
And sometimes.. I just wish I never met you.
Because everytime I see you i'm afraid to fall inlove again.

Sitting by my window pane
Thinking all this pain
Would go away

Tears falling down
Blood dripping in bitterness
The razor shining
That smile broken

Being the laughing stock
Wont make you the better one
It includes pain
Like how you feel, and drained.

I demand to end this life
But them knights keeping me alive
Trying to make me stay
And trying to brighten my day.

I want to thank you all
For making me feel like this
Because without you
My life will be hue.

Find someone to hold you at your weakness.
Find someone that doesn't care about how you look.
Find someone that doesnt care how much you eat.
Find someone who knows you so much.
Find someone to be your rock.
Find someone to be loved...
Someone that will love you no matter what.
Someone that will never let you go, never gonna give up and never gonna break free.

Is that what you wanted?
Are you taking her for granted?
This frown painted,
In my face? DELETED!

You want her?
Now, you got her.
Are you happy with her?
Or are you just playing with her?

How dare you, Mister!?
Are you a driver?
'Cuz you're driving me crazier
Everytime I see you and her.

And this sick game we are playing called love,
Me and you competiting,
Guess what, everyone!
I  L O S E .

I miss you.
Is everything okay?
Are you alright?
Do you see another girl?
Do you have one in your heart?
Are you dating somebody else?
Does she make you smile like I did?
That's what runs in my mind.
I miss you.
Are we okay?

Remember when you said 'Hi' to me first?
Remember the time when I felt cursed
Into a nightmare that is ever worse?
Remember the days you call me mine?
Remember the days that we were fine?
Remember the days when we're online?
Remember the days when you got time?
Those are good memories to me.
Those are bad memories to me.

I wish i never met you,
and so i wouldn't have to be so blue.
I wish i'll stop reminiscing
the memories that fell missing
I wish i'll stop thinking
about us hugging and kissing
about us cuddling
in the morning
as we smile at each other
face to face
nose to nose
looking at each others eyes
with love and care
but i can't.

Because this is life.

We're finally here.
I've waited for years.
I can't believe it! My ears..
But my eyes.. they're producing tears.

I've waited.
I've not come.
But here I am, crying.
Then... you're gone.

On the road again,
You travel.
Stops by for a day,
Making everyone smile.

On the road again,
You travel.
Stops by for a day,
Making everyone alive.

On the road again,
You travel.
Stops by for a day,
But all I did was cry.

As your fangs sinked into my neck.
Blood starts to drip.
My red blood.
My oh so sweet blood..
That you crave from the start.

Once done,
You leave me be,
Laying lifeless on the ground.
One step..
Two steps..
Three steps..
Then you're back for me.

"Sorry, My love. I am so sorry."
Begging for forgiveness, I just nodded.
You cried and cried.
I fought back, trying to not close my eyes.
I... I can't hold anymore.
Bidding one last goodbye, you got scared.
You asked for forgiveness again,
But for a different reason.

Your fangs, sinked into my neck again.
This time, not ******* my blood..
You bit your arm, and blood start to drip
Your oh so sweet red blood.
You got my mouth open, then I tasted something.
Something.. That tasted like metal.
But.. So sweet.

That was the last thing I remember before being..

**I m m o r t a l

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I hate you.
I hate how you make me smile.
I hate how you make me think of you, day and night.
I hate your last words.
I hate how you said "ALWAYS"
I hate how you left me waiting.
I hate how you left me hopeless.
I hate how you left me broken.
I hate that I'm still not completely over you.
I hate that I still love you.
.....A bit.

You are the most beautiful thing that has ever happend to me.

Thinking as I sit,
Where the hell do I fit?
I can't seem to meet
The thing that needs to be out-spit.

Things running on my mind,
Then suddenly it was a straight line.
For a moment I stood,
And for a moment I thought I understood.

It was a mistake..
It was all fake!
Then I finally understood;
Thinking too much won't help you stand up in your own shoes.

I don't want to
F
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Inlove with you.


Because it's gonna be
      
     T   O   R   T   U   R   E  

and

   P   A   I   N   F   U   L **.

Hello, HP,
My old friend.
I found myself writing here again,
I found myself smiling here again.
A trip down to memory lane,
where I have grown up drained.

It has been a while,
My dear chamomile —
A place that gave me comfort,
A place that gave me stomach flutters,
Blood on my veins alive throughout my body.

Hello, HP,
My old friend.
I have missed you all.