

then:what was:what used to beAn unfinished canvas, every detail it portrays hides the true meaning, and the chaos within remains unknown; as all they see is a puzzle, which cloaks the emptiness and the pain in one’s heart. The confusion in its mind and the burden it bears remains a mystery and unspoken.then:what was:what used to be
Can you see through me? Through my eyes ambience uncertain… though my lips move words hold a clandestine of the soul. My thoughts concealed! Nor do my actions show feebleness. No one knows I’m lost and broken. I seek the cure to this madness that I’ve inflicted upon myself. I know not the reasons behind my sorrow and the hatred that flows in my ev


draftTeach me to open my heart! All these years I felt this void; within me it grows as my mortality gets soiled. Not so often have tears trickled their way down this emotionless face, such sorrows do not affect me. Happiness come and go so fast I could barely taste its purpose. Even though heartaches come my way, these endeavors would just be like a minor ripple in the pond. If you could see through me, a shadow is all I’m made up to be. Show me, that releasing these graffiti of emotions is not admitting to my vulnerability. Help me embrace the pain and not be numb.draft
Could you be my remedy? Please take away the deafening solit


Fcuked upI’m jaded from hoping big and having my optimism broken down to pieces all the time. Never was I a natural pessimist, but I could hardly remember a time wherein taking a shot of morphine was pleasant rather than bitter tasting.Fcuked up
My heart has slowly withered from years of disappointment and I’ve learned to anticipate the worst from my innermost desires. Often I ask myself am I really that awful a person to be cursed with a fate to never have any more than an evanescent kind of happiness?
What a fcukd up life that is…


confessions part 2I may have told you before, painted a picture in your head even… Baring the feelings that torments Though an understatement to the bona fide pain within… Imagine this…confessions part 2
Ever since I’m very much familiar with the twist after my every bliss Traumatized with every drama as happily ever after don’t seem to exist… I live not a life of fairytales Ignorance ahead has become a forever nightmare to me Would you not feel the same if you were I? Sanguine anticipation of what’s to become, yet in the end it ALL falls apart Jaded you become.
It takes t
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