sound of my voice.
sometimes i asked myself, what brought this hate or the temper
in me. Is it the things in my head? or is it just plain me.
i know i wasnt like this at all.
but i get frustrated and start to throw temper very easily.
its gettin bad each time, and talking turns to sreams.
i hate that.
where is that inner peace that i used to have.
now its even hard to pretend to be happy.
whats with me.
i don't know and noone will.
sometimes i tell myself i need time for myself,
but that tends to boils out anger that been kept.
seek advised and mouths told me to let out whatever been kept
inside.
i let it out, and it doesnt feel good at all.
some says to do something that i could enjoyed,
been there done that, but all the feelings became
permanently short.
and im back to square one.
i guess i need to bleed to feel satisfied.
if ever felt anger been buried inside, i will bleed,
to ease myself.
if ever felt frustrated to let out, i will bleed,
to scream silently inside.
i don't feel anything anymore.
theres no more happiness gauge left to reserve.
i read somewhere in the net, and i was shocked to see
what i read. and i think its true.
noone will know even those close to me.
noone know how it feels.
noone understands what its like to be me.
noone will even care of what i thinks.
noone will even look at me of how i think,
till smthing happened.
-depressed-
