I'm tired of seeing people go free
With no conscience
And no misery
Living their lives
So simply
Unable to see
What they're actually
Doing to me.

It's God's Spirit in me
Why I don't break easily
Because if it was up to me
I wouldn't let them be
If it was in my hands
I'd **** them mercilessly
If it was my decision to make
I'd bring them to their knees.

People want to be loved back.

But you forget that loving someone does not require them to return the same amount of love you have given. Not everyone could have the heart full of love as you do.

You do not say things that are not meant by deeds and by heart. Words are meaningless unless proven otherwise.

You don't turn against people that you love when they have done for you was to help. You shouldn't pretend that you care when you are one of those people who wished them in that state.


most of all, you can never be loved back when you keep on hurting them. When all your words can swoon yet mean nothing.

Come see the stars with me
While I lay my head in your chest
Then your arms wrap around me
Let our comfort fill the silence
Let your love replace my sadness

Oh my darling, is it bad to need you tonight?

Things really do change
Which makes me wonder
Will you still be there?

Maybe say you love me one more time
Before I pretend to be fine
Or maybe wish to die

We are such curious beings, always asking the question why.

I know you'll never
notice my stares
guess my thoughts
How come my eyes are sore
when they became like that

But I admit these scars, are getting deeper.

I want someone to comfort me.
But i want to drive people away.
I want someone to hug me and tell me everything is going to be fine.
But I hate it when someone does it to me.
I always said to myself,"pull your **** together ****"
I end up opening my own scars.
Its me,its my fault.
I ruin everything.
Everything fragile,I broke.
Never again will it be the same.
I hate myself for craving for the attention not necessary.
Also,i hate myself for never being good enough.
I know i don't have to be.
But things are easier said than done.
Its always been me who gets to give the last part of my heart.
But never gets to taste what it is to be truly happy.
People are so loved.
I stand isolated in that very corner.
Looking at that very moment.
Seeing the spark,
the light
the ignited passion to love someone.
Who come?
I look everywhere to find my happiness
But I know it isn't anywhere
Its within me.
Somewhere waiting to be triggered.
What if no one comes?
No one ignites me.
Will I ever?
I'm too tired to do anything.
I want to disappear.
No one won't notice.
I know I am loved.
I forget.
I get the feeling that I ruin stuff so precious
I'm not and never will be good enough.