Monday, May 12, 2014

Even if i slit both of my wrists & thighs over & over until there's no room to make fresh cuts,
even if i inhale the cigarettes smoke everyday which could ease me down & slowly kills me,
nothing can actually replace the pain that i felt everyday,
because it's my heart, not anyone's broken heart.
No one can understand.

But there's no time doing all these,
the cutting, the smoking, the crying; doing the worse things just to feel better even if it's for a while,
because "life's too short to be sad".

1 comment:

  1. A month can't beat a year. A month broke up can't beat a year relationship. But, a move on can beat all of that. :)