Sometimes I really see life as a dread.
Sometimes it suffocates you to a point of numbness.
Sometimes you really feel so much inside with so many words you wanna say but you're just unable to piece them all together.
Or is that just my pride getting in the way?
Sometimes one really has to wonder... What's the point really?
What's the point of allowing people into your life just to see them leave over and over and over again?
What's the point of having memories when at the end of the day, it's these very memories that's haunting you and causing you pain.
Why do words keep ringing in my ears over and over again?
That voice... That face... The places... The feelings...
Sometimes I really wonder if anybody really know me or if anyone really cared.
Coz if they do... Then why are they always out to get me?
How is it that they just do it with such ease; digging my heart out and stabbing it over and over again with whatever sharp objects they can lay hands on.
Can't they see I'm human too?
So what if I don't like to show my weakness?
It doesn't mean I'm any less human, or does it?
Who's to know when I cry myself to sleep at night?
Who's there?
No one...
At the end of the day, it's back to square one.
At the end of the day, it's just me alone again.
So what's the point really?
They'll just leave.
Dump you like the trash.
Maybe that's what I'll ever be - that bag of garbage
Promises are just words,
Future's just an ideal,
Reality is painful.
