I'm burdened with stress,
The plans that parents press,
and over grades, they obsess,
all to get to success,
my screams I must suppress,
Have no choice but try to impress,
but I must confess,
all this lead to no progress,
my life is such a mess

Mahal,  pwede ba na tayong dalawa lang?
Pumunta tayo sa isang lugar na kung saan mayroon lang na ikaw at ako
Gusto kong lumayo sa kung saan ako nanggaling
Kung ako ay mamamalagi, mas gusto ko pang magpalibing

Mahal, pwede bang hawakan mo ang aking kamay?
Habang tayo ay naglalakbay
Tayo ay tatakbo, tatakbo ng malayo
Yung tipong hindi na alam kung saan tayo patungo

Gusto ko nang lumayo
Pwede ba na pumunta ako sa iyo?
Yayakapin kang mahigpit habang nakapikit
Ibabaon ang aking mukha, at lalong lalapit

Gusto kong tumakbo papalayo sa pinanggalingan ko
Kung pwede lang na samahan mo ako
Ngunit napagtanto ko na hanggang pangarap lang kita
Gusto kong sumaya na kasama ka
Kung pwede lang talaga

No more aces up my sleeve

I've ran out magic tricks to play with you

I'm tired.

So watch me disappear

No smoke and mirrors here

It was December and the sun rested upon its cloud.
night.
I sang in the shower that night. I even combed through my messy curls. More pulling than combing. But I combed.
In the mirror. My reflection. It glanced at me and smiled back and even had the same beauty mark upon its lower cheek. We were the same.
I wondered what it was like to be the least favorite in the garden.
Did roses think lily’s were ugly? Roses were beautiful.
sad. Upon some time you would grow lonely. Tired. Un whole.
Empty. I was empty because I felt ordinary.
I was ordinary nothing too good. Not anything bad. Ordinary.
In afternoons walking past the roses I saw myself as a Dandelion. The ugly one.
The ugly duckling. The ugly flower. The ordinary.

I woke up from my sleep and feel cold..
Still sleeping with a blanket covering my body..
But I still feel cold..
The cold of the world makes me tremble..

I need something to warm it..
Something warm, fresh and cheerful..
Alone feeling this boredom is really make me tiring..
I am tired..
I am weak..
I am tired..
I am weak..
I am tired with this weakness..
I am tired because I know that I am weak..

I am trying to hold my self badly..
But in the end I have no idea what should I do..

I am trying to get my spirit back..
But in the end I can't full filled my passion..

I am trying to be understood..
But in the end I can't learn anything..

I am trying to find someone who can accompany me..
But in the end I found no one..

Living in this cold world is really quiet..
I even listened to the whispers of the story from the wall..

When this is over?

My heart breaks with disuse
and every night I cry myself dry
hoping that I can be another one
of those things you left behind
and returned to love again

My heart breaks with disuse  
and I wonder if you can find it in you
to love me again
because god knows
I can't find it in me to stop loving you

Day 285
I am rocking back and forth
trying to fight this temptation
because my vices are tired of
Experiencing Starvation.
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Day 1
I tried, I really did
But here I am again
It’s never a matter of if,
It’s only a matter of when.