For a glimpse of my life,click on lyrics above that says
Nobody
Need
Me
Friday, August 31, 2007
Awake @ 4:22 AM
I am still awake.
As awake as i am sad.
But would you care?
Wallow mellow sorrow @ 2:44 AM
Wallow Mellow Sorrow
The chilly wind is a painful reminder of the time.
I am still awake.
Sometimes i wish it was a dream,
sometimes i wish it would be.
Everytime i wish i will sleep,
everytime i wish i will never wake.
Maybe i Should walk away,
maybe i should never stay.
Again i hate myself today,
wallow in meollow sorrow sweet dismay.
You will not stay,
thou shall not stay.
Forgive my sad cold sorry display.
Goodbye
*gun shot*
Sunday, August 05, 2007
disappointed @ 10:52 PM
Disappointed
Today i cried again. I went home and there is no one. Everything is in a mess. It bear little resemblances to what i would called a home.
I just want to say I am utterly disappointed. Every time i find excuses, every time i am left with more wounds. And yes i hate writing my blog, because every time i do i always feel sad.
Is life beautiful?
NO.
Is happiness always around?
NO.
Is No the next thing i am going to say next?
NO.
NO.
NO.
NO.
NO.
NO.
NO.
NO.
NO.
NO.
NO.
NO.
NO.
NO.
And perhaps blogging is the only thing that would say no to me. ohh... damn the world..
Emotions @ 10:43 AM
Emotions
Everyone has emotions, that's what make us humane.
It is our weakness and strength.
As certain as the sun will rise and set everyday,
I am certain ordinary people will not be able to read another person's mind.
If one is unwilling to share, there is only so much others can do.
'No one patience is unbounded. I am just sick and tired that if you say there is nothing wrong, please do not make it sound like there is. If there is something wrong, one can always discuss with his/her loved ones. I shall not be the object of plain bad treatment when i offered to help but got rejected for it. It is terribly disappointing to endure such treatments time and again...'
~ anonymous
Nobody
Name: Brandon
A broken bottle of liqueur,
Empty and stale without a single ripple.
Brewed in the forgotten year of 1984,
A spirit that none will tip to pour.
Lock up in a cold cellar of no summer or fall,
Maybe it has no right to ask for any more.
Will you buy it and bring it out to thaw,
Give it some warm or amore