the Scar

I work out when I’m sad, angry, or lonely.
My body is a scar; a scar that was left after being tortured by my own emotions.

I’m just tired, tired of playing this role constantly. Fatigue trying to convince myself worthy of another being, dog tired living in the mercy of others. I just don’t desire to play this role anymore; living my life just to please others; constantly being sincere but everyone just fail to see it. I wake up thinking how long I would survive each day. I guess I’ll be stuck here, Solitude estate, room 13 unaccompanied. I thought I’d be cool but I’m sitting here, in this empty room thinking about days to come and years to go. This is so childish, why am I even posting this

Done

Oh God please amend these broken wings. So many things happened. Like a rampage or something like that. Well, time flies so quickly before you know it. So little time to complete so many things. I’m going for a god damn long hiatus. Or maybe this is the last post. Peace people. Ouh yeah dun taking a little bit of your time just to go through my archive section.

Stay up people

It’s about time isn’t it? Hmm..yeah going to get my own crib once I got the cash. Hate being at home. I am only happy when I’m in school. It makes me forget all the bad times for awhile. Maybe art does helps to distress. I got so many things going on in my head all the time. So many things to worry about too. Trying hard to get that spot. So many things got screwed and no one seems to understand. Never mind I dun need anyone to be there anyway. Nothing’s helping…

let's trade shoes

You should take a walk with my shoes just to see what it is like to be me. I'll be you, lets trade shoes just to see what it would be like to feel your pain, you feel mine. We'll go inside each others minds. Just to see what we'd find when we look at bad times through each others eyes.

i wear size 9.

emerge

The predator saw its prey and decided never to take its’ eyes of it. Walked through the arc, and got stuck inside. Everything is so fragile. Be careful before you break anything. Ops, I broke something. But I chose not to care. Like it or not, he wants all eyes on him now. What is happening? It seems like he would never earn the name he deserved. But he is making sure no one takes over his path. Somehow it seems like it is reserved. That spot is still there forthcoming him. He feels different; unlike these other people that got too blind to even read the signs or whatever in front of them and they just keep going. They don realise anything. Won’t want to face the mirror. They have all these stupid thoughts of being someone they are not. He feels like being surrounded by sinners.

Don’t cherish luxury, everything come and go. Even you are not promised to wake up alive tomorrow. And no matter how you want to put fake eyelashes, dye your hair blond, or follow an anorexic way of diet, you would never be them. Your skin tone doesn’t change no matter how many clothes you change. They just going to look at you like a little monkey. They live to be failures. Stepped onto the quicksand and keep going down. They were never happy for each other. They just turn green all the time. What is happening to this world?