tuesday,14,october 2008
Open wounds and a broken heart. This is all I have. Seldom do I find people who care enough to stitch these wounds back together so that I can breathe. More often than not they enjoy seeing me bleed until there’s nothing more left for me to consume. These pains are tormenting me and it’s all locked within – desperately trying to come out.
I’ve reached the end of an endless road, and now I’m hanging on the edge of a cliff but still I feel cold, empty, lifeless and alone. At this point, I’m giving in to misery and hopelessly trying to take pleasure in the hurt. I guess this is how I cope up. This is how I'll continue to live…
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