There is a lot of violence,As i sit and suffer in silence.One cut leads to many more,And soon my skin becomes all torn.I watch my blood drip-Then I put my hand to my lip,Just to make sure I don't scream-Wondering if this is all just a dream.But I realize it's not,As this battle inside is fought.This pain is so real,And as sad as I feel,I wish my heart would just heal.But it won't...Just too many damn times it's been broke.So the consequence is this,And that is...The cut of my wrist. im so fucked up these days. and yeah.. im starting my habit of wrist-cuttings again. been so emo these days. but baby, every drop of the blood i shed is for you, every drip show how much i love you, dear.. things are all starting to change. or maybe i was the one who changed? idk. this just hurts so much. nonono. it's TOO much.
Fadaa and Khairin. it's not wad they used to be. they're now like strangers. idk where i stand in his heart nw. im so sick of writing all these emo stuffs. and i noe he's sick of reading them too. but wad can i possibly do? all i can do now is cry. even when i noe it doesn't change anything. ok. maybe he doesn't noe or maybe he dun wanna noe.. bt im suffering a lot nw. i will not tell him wad it is bt i'll just give a clue, tt baby, watever i do, i do it for you.
and like i said, i dun wanna disturb you anymore.
this time, i mean it.
AND stop saying you love me. i dun wanna hear it anymore. thnx.
bt i just wish for once, u'll prove it. :(