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A Loser's Life
Saturday, May 14, 2011

The pain is so unbearable yet it doesn't kill. Why did such agony ever exist? I wished you'll stop. You wished I'll stop. Perhaps you've taken my strength for granted. One day, it might fail me. I dont know how much longer I can carry this.

Maybe it's my destiny, a life where everything I hold dear, comes at a slight, before disappearing forever. I don't know what to believe, and I don't know what to hold on to anymore. Maybe, I never had a right to anything. All these I thought were miracles, were merely samples of life, mocking me, giving me a whiff of its ecstatic feel, and then drop me when I'm at the peak of my hopes.

Family. Friends. People. Love.

What if none of them were real to begin with...?

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