yesterday. i went to the 13th floor after throwing a tantrum. stared into the ground and wanted to smell the fresh air. so after i cooled down. i wrote this poem... for fun. (:
in the dim light,
she stands all alone.
away from her miseries, away from her home.
stare out into the sky,
darkness fill her empty eyes.
suicide becomes a cure from what she hides.
every single breathe,
her memories hit a blow.
straight to her heart and into her ego.
no one wants to understand,
nobody really knows,
the hole in her heart frozen by the cold.
everyone is her enemy,
everyone is a lie.
fake smiles and laughter,
nobody knows what is truly inside.
why joke when you know you're not OKAY?
but ask yourself why not,
cause it might just be your last day.
as i step up the ladder,
a sudden gust of wind pushes me back,
from then i realise courage was what i lacked.
if i were to die,
my current problems might grow,
affecting all the people i love and know.
so i'm still here
with a big fake grin upon my face everyday,
but now you might finally know what i have to say.
haha. dont mind me. i do this kind of things to destress myself. BUHAHA!
