Do they see me?
Do they hear me?

Can you see me?
Can you hear me?

Am I here?
Do I exist?

Those are just some questions that run through my mind,
Everytime they look away, don't respond, don't acknowledge;
I wonder if you know that I'm here,
But you just don't care.

They never do, do they?

Can you hear me?

Feel depressed
Take time to myself
Get called lazy

Keep busy for them
Not doing enough

Stimulate my system
Now I’m reckless;
Stop
Energy plummets

Lazy again
Forget things...
Lots of things...
Why can’t you remember?
Am I not important to you??

They’re always angry
Never doing enough
Never helpful enough
They are all that matter

Wait.

What about me?

You’re lazy.
You’re not doing enough.
Get up and help.

I can’t.

Yes you can, c’mon.

I. Can’t.

Worthless.

And now

More depressed.

When people find out they have a certain amount of time left to live, it breaks them.
When a loved one passes away, regrets start pouring.
Unspoken words filtrate and reminiscing of memories elaborate.

****** up, ain't it.

If I had a certain amount of time left to live, I would use it wisely.
I would be happy, because life to me is pointless, I'm not suicidal, or maybe I am.
But I would rather die.
If I had cancer, I would suffer in happiness, hoping not to get better.
Honest thoughts, I WANT TO DIE.

Easiest suicide method, a gun to the head.
May take a few minutes to bleed out and die afterwards, but where to get a gun with such little cash.

Life is an ongoing cycle of pain, loss, betrayal, and abuse.
I AM SICK OF IT

Physically, mentally, and spiritually drained.
Emotionally abused and always taken advantage of by toxic people.
I need help, but I don't want it, because when I'm happy, it starts again.

**** ME

The pain and hurt and loneliness I feel inside is not worth it anymore.
I cannot do this anymore

POINTLESS

No motivation, no will, I have nothing left to live and be grateful for.
My sacrifices mean nothing and I am just a worthless burden to all.

am i that smile?
or did serendipity
make me a hero?

Hindi ba ko karapat dapat  ipaglaban— daing ng pusong nahihirapan.
Iniisip ang nakaraan, na ang nilaanan mo ng pagmamahal hindi kayang makipag sapalaran, ni hindi ka kayang ipaglaban. Sa ungos ng gyera laban sa pag iibigan, sumuko ka’t iniwan akong sugatan. Sumama sa iba na walang pag aalinlangan, “hindi mo ba ko kayang balikan?” Sambit ng pusong naguguluhan. Iniisip na ang ating relasyon ay isang malaking kasinungalingan lamang.
Sa tagal tagal ng ating pagsasamahan, unti unti na kong nalilinawan.
Na hindi mo ko minahal, ginamit mo lang ako sa tuwing kailangan **** maibsan ang init sa iyong katawan, tenga na mapagbubuntungan sa tuwing ika’y  nasasaktan.
Nabulag ako sa katotohanan, kalayaan unti unti kong naasam.
Pero bakit mo ko ginamit— ang patuloy na gumugulo sa aking isip.
Dahil ba madali akong magpatawad, na sa isang halik mo lang maayos na ang lahat. Sana ang nararamdaman ko na gusto kong balikan ka, ay kasing dali rin sa gusto kong kalimutan ka.
Gusto kong mahalin ka, pero mas gusto kong kalimutan ka.
Hindi madali, pero kakayanin, uungusin, kakailanganin. Hindi para sa iba kung hindi para sa akin. Siguro panahon na, para ako naman ang piliin hindi ‘mo’.
Kung hindi ng aking sarili.

Love made me forget my worth
I am aware
I am not even your shoe's dust

tired and depressed
lost and abandoned
no love
no hope
until one day i stumbled on a drink that made me feel alive
don't let the name depressant fool you
it slows my reactions the thoughts
the voices that tell me i'm worthless
alcohol was the solution i have been searching for
even better it was always there
always there.... and if i drink a little more the high lasts a little longer
i was all alone and hurt
until alcohol came and clouded everything
it was the escape i needed
and that is how i was made an alcoholic

As the honey drips from his lips
not a sound
only guilt
as he felt
his emotions
slip away.....

It's hard.
Everything is so difficult.
I feel myself bending for others.
Yet not good enough because I didn't break myself for them.
I am all too much for others.
They ***** me out of their systems and purge their life of me.
As I try once more to enter their life.
I'm a passing dust speck to most.
A fly to others.
Swipe me away on another crushing day.
No one is wanted by me as much as he who I am hunting after.
He exists for fragments.
Melts away in the wind.
Slips from my grasp because of all I am is what I lack.