Nightmare

i was in the bus on the way to school
as the bus passed your place
i saw a crowd gathered at the void deck
i alighted to see what the commotion's about

i pushed my way through the dozens of people
and there you were in a pool of blood
i screamed my lungs out
screamed like there was no tomorrow

and i woke up.

i'm scared. i wanna call you. see if you're ok. but NO.

i'm a turn off
i'm selfish
i'm a 2 faced asswipe
i'm a lousy boyfriend

kudos to that.

Failure's woes

tears stream dwn my cheek as i look out the window
the sky is dark and the surroundings quiet

and i realise i'm all alone again
a failure

i need some form of release
something to take away the pain
no more ciggarettes
i'm done with pen knives...
wat i did was took some pills

i'm already feeling drowsy,
i'll just hope that sleep will temporarily
put my pain away.

tt's y i rather sleep forever.

I do

u know tt u really love someone when....

after a heated argument and u guys part, u climb the over head bridge to cross the road and when u're at the top of the stairs, u have difficulty breathing with pains in ur chest. so painful u have to sit down for awhile. but after all that you still worry about the person and think of that person.

that person may talk about dying and everything... but as you sit down waiting for the chest pains to recede you think to yourself, maybe the one that is dying is you and you don't want to die just yet. Not with so many things left unsettled and the only thing you can think of is that someone whom you just argued with.

THAT is when you know you truly love someone.

Solitude, a purple ribbon & a tear

an empty canvas

it's 4am.... i cant sleep and i keep thinking of the same thing over and over again.

with all the anger towards my parents... and the sadness i feel for someone.... i came up with a painting in about 2 hours. I paint when i'm angry, i paint when i'm sad.

i paint whatever I am thinking in my head but I never tell people the meaning of my paintings. That is up to them to try and read my painting.

ps: i do not want us to be like an unfinished painting... i want our painting to be one full of vibrant colours.... but even that seems distant now. then again who says a black and white unfinished painting is horrible..... u just need to appreciate it.

Solitude

stressed at home....

stressed even when i go out....

i wanna isolate myself keep it all in.

and suffer alone.

Voices in the head

i never intended to bring misery.....

nw my mind just keeps replaying the words that have been said

n i conclude that i'm a failure....