l i f e .

I don't know why my life starts to tumble down, down down.
What did I do?
Everytime someting good happens,
I feel scared, for I know,
when something that good happens to me,
something bad would definitely fall on me.
No doubt.

This is life, for me.
This has always been how my life would be.
I would have to forever live up to people's expectations,
Always existing, never living.
Never living for myself,
Doing what i do not because I want do,
but because I need to.
I don't want it this way.
It's my life.


Funny how you're dead, people start listening.

d e s e r v e .

Oh well, I really cannot stand you.
Call me a hypocrite, call me superficial.
Whatever, seriously.
Your words are cheap,
not meant to be heard, not meant to be valued.
You are more than just a girl,
you're a despicable one.
I've never seen anyone as mean as you.
Never.

So don't blame me for doing this to you.
Because you deserve it.
You don't deserve my kindness.
No, you don't deserve to have anything from me.