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House of Ruins
Tuesday, June 14, 2011

To you, it'll probably be just a game. Some threat or tactic I'm using to hold you down.

Its me crying for help.


But you'll never realize, how much damage I've taken, my world cracking at its rims. And I'm holding on everyday supporting thes crumbled pillars, pulling myself together just for you. And I've gone beyond the edge of my own strength. Now, there's nothing to hold on to, nothing for me to push away all these pain. As my fractured world crumbles in, so does all these pain, hurts and damage I've been withholding for so long.

So yea, as easy as it is for you to say, forget it all, you ought to know what can be forgotten, and what cant; pain. Otherwise, you can simply ignore me instead, and let me fall under these rubble. There was a reason to why I've been asking you about when my time of need comes. But like you said, maybe I never truly loved you at all. Maybe it was all just a lie. A pathetic lie. Everything I thought I've done was my own delusions.

And dont you worry. I wont like die physically. I'll live on. Just that persona of me consumed by all those hurts. A cheeky thought though, I wonder if people will miss me, or would it matter to them. But ha, I guess not though. Owells. owells.




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