I still struggle to grasp the reality. Wondering if I should’ve acted differently. But, no. I’ll do it over and over again. I’ll just probably change on how I allowed it to affects me. It hurts. Verified my assumptions and wretched my heart. Knowing that that’s my only worth. It made me feel alone moreContinue reading “No One Asked Why?”
The rain is still pouring. It seems like there’s no stopping. The sun is still hiding and here I am, waiting for the sunshine. My heart is getting gloomy each day. I can’t wait for the rain to stop. But, as time goes by, I became used to the rain; as if it washes myContinue reading “It’s Okay If It’s Still Raining”
I’m proud of my simple wins in life. Despite of the pain inflicted to me since I’m being conceive, growing up, and now; I can say that I’m healing. I know that at such a very young age, I’m aware of my reality and I carry that baggage. I cry easily and I break easily;Continue reading “The Little Girl”
When everything feels heavy, I weep and let the fresh tears washes the wounds in my heart. Writing is my cry of pain. The words are my tears that washes the heaviness and weariness of my heart and soul. I’m freeing myself through words and sentences; the pain and circumstances imprison me but I freeContinue reading “Breathing Under Water”
Sometimes, I just want to hide under my blanket and keep myself from the world. I don’t know. I’m not doing anything and yet, I feel exhausted with my existence. Then, there will be moments that I can’t find my life meaningful. All I want to do is to question my existence and ask myselfContinue reading “There Will Be Those Days”
Do you ever wonder why? I was taken aback with the canon of your words. Its like a bomb that shaken me and I was caught in the middle of cold war. Is it my self-righteousness? Do I become eccentric not to see your pain? I told to myself to never remunerate it. I mustContinue reading “UNSAID. UNSENT.”
Who will hear my plea? Who will listen to the agony of my soul? When pain envelops my body who will hear my screams? If the blackhole within me devour me whole, who will hold my hand and pull me out? Who will listen to this wounded soul’s plea?
WHERE AM I HEADING? Here I am, caught again in this crossroad of nowhere. Finding my way because I keep losing my way. Asking myself why it is happening again. How could I possibly lost my path, again. I am actually exhausted finding my way and being brave to face the road less travelled. IContinue reading “IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE”
You will come at point in life wherein you no longer want to voice out what you feel. Maybe you became tired trying to communicate what you feel. That you had rather suffer alone than tell them why you are hurting.
This life is a little bit cruel. It takes a lot of courage to live life when you have soft and gentle heart. It takes acceptance and forgiveness to live life when you’re already scarred and wounded in the beginning. Wearing your heart on your sleeves despite of the scars and void. Because you wantContinue reading “Scarred”