S O R R O WS tressing oneself is hard to restrain --O ver time they'll stack up and turn into pain.R eversing the cycle's like playing a game;R ethinking one's problem would hassle the same.O ccurring depression is not only lame.W hy would one choose not to live and be plain?
F A M I L YF orever is when we shall partA rouse the faith within my heartM ay humility and tenderness remain our bondI t's kindness and love I seek beyondL iving together from the day I was bornY onder when you leave, it is my turn to mourn.
Two Seconds "Don't you think good times pass by so fast?" I looked at him. "What do you mean?" "It's funny how we spend the same time doing both pleasant and unpleasant things, yet good times don't make half the bad times." "I don't get you." I stood up. The night sky looked somewhat lonesome. In the midst of December, there were no stars in the sky; the nights were cold and quiet. Especially today. There was no one to disturb us. The seesaw rested its left tire on the ground, balancing the right one in the air; the wind clipped on to the swings and swayed it slowly; the teeter-totters bounced sideways of what a tumbler would do; the park was occupied by a heavy atmosphere. He followed and stood up from the bench. "Well, for instance, when you kissed me, you'd wish for it to last longer, right?" I stared blankly into the pitch bla
T A R G E TT o defend my heart, my soul,A re you not unwrapping the holeR eaching under my fragile ribcage,G rasping to my heart's content,E dging towards my freedom,T hrashing each and every bit of my loneliness?
M Y S E L FM ere loneliness can cause severe pain --Y anking one's conscious locked away.S miling without reasoning for any gain --E ver did one receive acceptance but dismay.L etting one's soul run with insane --F orgetting oneself's corpse there lay.
L O S TL osing trust and faith towards friends --O nly to find myself no where familiar.S tranded me behind a guarded fence.T ell me
when can I be happier?