Month: November 2014

I wished people would care more, more about the little things that people don’t usually take into account. The little things that seem so insignificant but may mean the whole world to someone you are unaware of.

I wished people would spare a thought more for others, for the little pieces of hearts shattered all over the floor caused in a moment of hasty carelessness, for the heated waterfall threatening to roll out of one’s eyes to wet their eyelashes.

I wished people would be more selfless, for all the pains inflicted on others and you said never mind because it doesn’t concern you, for all the tears shed behind your back that you would never know.

I wished people would redefine the definitions of small and big, for all the world cares about is the ‘big and important’ things that the ‘small and trivial’ things are neglected, sometimes causing more harm than they can ever imagine.

Above all, I wished people would be more careful with their words, for the daggers they put through other people’s fragile hearts only to be taken as a joke. I wished people would be more sparing with their words, for the wrath of a mean comment should never be underestimated.

But that’ll never happen, will it?

Everyone still thinks they’re too superior, don’t they?

If you ever lit a wood stove,
You’ll understand the fire spreads;
Slowly then all at once
Turning stone cold into warmth.

If you ever burnt a finger,
You’ll understand the sizzling pain;
Painful and long lasting
Yet fire isn’t even matter.

If you ever tripped over a pebble,
You’ll understand the crumbling of the ground;
Bleeding crimson drops of blood
Yet it was just an insignificant stone.

If I ever fell for you,
I’ll understand the pains I’ll never want to endure;
Ripping my soul into pieces
Yet I still took the plunge.

Sometimes clingy isn’t bad
It makes you believe
Some things are meant to be
Kept.

Usually clingy isn’t encouraged
But it’s the most effective
In the times of desperate
Need.

Commonly clingy is associated with weakness
But come to think of it
Not everyone is just as
Strong.

Now I need your clingy
To cling desperately onto me
Like without it I would
Die.

I am tired.

No, don’t tell me to get a good night’s rest. It’s not going to help. I am going to wake up still firmly stuck in my bubble of sadness and exhaustion.

Don’t try and advise me on how I can get over it – I won’t recover. Don’t try and tell me you’ve been through more, you don’t know half of my story.

Let me rest. Give me a break. From life. You don’t even know me half as well as you think you do. I am not half myself as what I show. Don’t try and tell me, you’ll understand. You don’t. None of you do.

I don’t blame that.

I blame life, for playing a joke on me. On you.

I am tired, of life.

Keep hiding, bolt the doors right shut.

Put up a mask in front of everyone else.

After all, you can’t afford to be yourself.

No, the answer simply is no.

Pretend you never noticed this post.

You’ll never know,
How far I went;
Just to see
The smile on your face.

You’ll never know,
The treacherous depths;
I have experienced
Without your faith.

You’ll never know,
The scars I hide;
Pains demanding to be felt
Without you.

You’ll never know,
The abyss I fell through;
As deeply as
How I fell in love with you.