Asylum

trapped
suffocated
smothered

in these four fucking
w a l l s
that i call

s e l f

Lost and Found

  we live in
 a world of
   utter
        d e s o l a t i o n,
 yet we still find
  ourselves falling
       down to the
      high
crests and
          pitted
waves
        of the
             o c e a n
    just
to swim for
   the bliss
that
            l i f e
   makes us
believe
          it has
    to
                o f f e r

Big Deal

I honestly do not understand how some people can be so happy.

My mates say it's simple. But hey, I don't think there are simple things in life, really.

Maybe it's just because I have a lot in my mind lately. Maybe it's because I had broken my promises. Or maybe because I had broken my two months streak for being clean. Or just maybe because I'm falling for this girl who's a million miles away from me.

Honestly, I really have no idea. I wish I had, but I fucking don't.

Oh yeah I decided vent out my so-called feelings in this blog now. My sister said that it was healthier to verbalize emotions.

Like it matters.

Like it even makes a fucking difference anyway.

Second

seven hundred and thirty days
without  y o u
feels like
salt and pepper
against
my bleeding
h e a r t

Gavel and Jury

left and right
your hands are full
of dirty words
that makes up
your false
f a l l a c i e s