oblivion
What is
known to me might not be for others,
It’s so sad
to be entertained by funny thoughts when I was
So sullen
and affected, it sounded like oblivion is much closer to me,
Right,
behind my eyes were painful tears waiting to be dropped.
That is
after a fine afternoon of smiles that turn into a
Wither
mood.
For as long
as I let them affects me
I will be
affected,
For as long
as I entertain myself
While I
forget the pain
Then I can
say I’m halfway there
This is not
a case of any third party relationship, or whatever the shits call it,
My
relationship with other people as far as I feel concern
is the kind
that bears hidden fears
And anguish
execution from the beloved heart.
I would be
lying if I say that my senses never felt that something was not
OK.
For a
moment I let somebody scourge me
Until I
found reasons to survive
I did, and
ended to feel much more pain
Maybe I’m
goofy, but there’s pain behind…
Not that I
was mistreated or something, but let just say painfully hurting,
It is the
case why emotional people often end
To lose
track of their life when they became to attached
I could
pretend to be ok around everyone else; I can clown to the things
They giggly
say but a point or another, what they say can harm my feelings
Of course
they wouldn’t know it hit me.
My ability
to recognize sensitivity is something I kept
Over the
years,
No one
hardly knows me, and if there was someone who knows me
Then He/She
must have been encourage to jump over my wall
But I can
only tell how far their claim to know me has gone,
My written
agony reflects myself, like any other letters
Feelings
resembled by words popping up to my mind and says what
My lips
cannot say, but the mind can fool naives, heart doesn’t.
How come
two complicated reasons can be similar to a simple mathematics?
One can be
doubled along the process and conquer as much answer
When there
is only simple question…
I love you
can make a day feel complete and I hate you can break it into pieces,
When good
is not enough, and you’ll make a better one it came to such a worst one
There is
only one mind and one heart, but it can’t decide on equal measures
Understanding
what you can’t understand is hard, but when you get the chance to understand
the things on your escape, you complain how complicated it was.
Chance and
fate is different,
Like heart
and mind differs but at the same pool
They fight
for what is right
Whether it
is right or wrong…
