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Friday, February 12, 2010

Cynical.
Nothing matters, because nothings' real.
And the fact is based on how we all feel.

Mind's like a radio with false forecast ,
There's words on his lips but , he's keeping silent.
There's a storm raging inside of him but , he keeps quiet.
Things are going wrong but , no one knows.

Apologies never seem to tie into a perfect ribbon.
They get knotted & mangled, messed up & tangled.
Till the extent we no longer see their origins anymore.

What's more sad than all these false presumptions ?
They just never stop coming back.

I'm lost in my mind , a mesmerizing maze in which i find no way out.
All the non-existing dreams making me numb.
I'm sick of it , dreams that silently devour your sanity.

Turn away, don't look at me.
Forget about the tears you see.
Pretend that i'm okay,
That's how i live each day.
Don't say a word.
I only want to be alone,
I don't want my sorrow to be shown.
Walk away, don't come close.
Not telling the secrets kept within.
And please don't ask me why,
When i'm telling you goodbye.


And, don't ask me what's with this post.
It's a compilation of my feelings.
Just a simpler way of expressing.

Ain't emo , just words from the heart.


Lastly, fat.

I'm fat, we all know it's true.
The scale doesn't lie to me.
Via your constant reminders ,
I'm working hard , by digging my own grave.

The weight just keeps adding on , inch by inch the clothes get tighter.
Going for larger sizes , & constantly being called ugly.
Looking into the mirror , hating what's being reflected.
I'm fat & ugly as can be.

Starve to death , and i'll be slim
Even if it's on my last breath.
Is it worth it ?

Starve. Starve. Starve.
Starve away the feelings i've lost.
Just so i could achieve the things i wish i could have.
You people , just too ignorant to understand the hell i'm going through.

Often being called fat,
It suited her the best.
Day by day , she's brought closer to living hell.
The word that affected her so.

Fat. Fat. Fat.
And the words continue echoing in my head ,
my own mind now insulting me.
Overweight & clumsy , no one wants me around.





Stfu. I ain't needing any comments no more. fuck it.
No comments needed for this post. kthxbai.




i wish he would just hold me & love me for who i am.
it's not happening.

~ { 1:53 AM }
so long and goodnight;