d i s p e n s a b l e .

I am still afraid to look you in the eyes,
because when I do so,
the guilt still hits me in the face,
and the pain stabs right through my heart.


Sometimes I wonder,
what would happen if I'm gone?
Am I so indispensable and invisible,
that even when I'm gone,
it doesn't matter?
Not a single bit at all?

p r o c a s t i n a t i o n .

Procastination is killing me. Seriously.
Come on idiot, buck up.


Christina Perri is right.
Who do you think you are?
What makes you think youre so great,
you can go around breaking hearts?
The scars you leave behind will never heal,
and the love you tore apart,
will never be pieced back again.
Do you know that?

Sometimes we all don't have a choice.

d r a i n e d o u t .

I feel so drained just trying to keep everything intact.
I feel so frustrated nobody wants or cares to know how I feel.
I feel so screwed up as an individual. (how many times have I mentioned this?)I feel like such a loser.

So why can't you just help me shoulder some burden?


Someday, I'll be living in a big, old city.
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.
I love Taylor Swift!
Sadly I fail as a fan of hers.

P a i n .

I promised. Never, ever to hurt anyone with my words.
But there I go again.
Piercing through someone's ego with my words.
If words can kill,
That person would have been dead by now.
Dammit, I'm an effing screwed up person.
I hate myself. I really do.
I wish I never existed.
I wish I never did that to you.
I'm so sorry. I'm so, so, sorry.
Empty promises is all I make.
All I can do is break them.
Cause I am effing screwed up.


And sometimes I numb myself by crying,
Crying myself to sleep.
I know it's lame, stupid and childish.
But I can't help it.
That's why I do.
I cry, and cry, and cry.
The guilt. It rushes up to me,
conquering every single part of my body,
repeatedly reminding me of my cruelty,
of my heartless deeds, of my immature acts.
The pain. It tears my soul into a million pieces,
My soul becomes it's prisoner, and it makes sure it torments my soul,
till it's completely paralysed.
Yes, it's that painful.

u n f a i r .

There's no secret.
It's something called believe.
Just believe, and everything would be yours.
Never underestimate the power of believing.


Life's unfair.
So what? Live with it.
But, how do you expect me do live with such injustice?
You say, "Live with it". Have you ever tried to do that then?
It takes patience, endurance, and humility.
I don't have that.
I'll be truthful.
I don't have what it takes to live through this unfairness.

p o w e r .

With greater power, comes greater responsibilities.

I would give everything to get this big responsibility off my shoulders,
throw it to someone else,
and say, "I quit".
But, there's no quitting. It's too late.
I should just be deemed as a failure because I fail.
I fail to lead. I fail in every single crap you can imagine.
I'm a pathetic failure.

You, burned a hole in my heart.
You, murdered my soul, left me an empty shell.
You, never empathised with me, or anyone.
You, just another traiter.
You, get out of my life.