sometimes you have this song constantly playing in your head but neither the tempo nor the rhythm matches the mood of your state. lately i have been struck by the same chord. it stressing. i can feel pain rising in every inch of my body. i have wasted the most significant times of my life. right now i feel worse than i could ever feel. in life there are going to be certain moments when you are reminded that how timeless time is . i wish i could do anything, somehow turn back the hands of time but i ain't capable. there is nothing i can do now except go on and regret about it.
i feel my life has lost its meaning in the mere chaos. it has nothing to stand for. sometimes i hate myself and sometimes i hate those who are always around me. it seems as if someone placed a huge stone on my chest and i am unable to lift up the weight.
the wishful thinking of running away, escaping never ceases to escape my mind. i am always thinking about it, always dreaming about it and yet nothing changes. i am alone and tired. i really cannot explain my situation. i did not create this platform to post my own laments. aren't suppose to keep everything bottled up inside? i guess in my situation yes, i am suppose to keep it inside. a long time ago i composed a song inspired from the doors Mojo Rising, the song was called "So Lame" i can very well remember the line "she don't listen to anyone" clearly ringing in my brain. it hurts, it hurts a lot. i can feel a shooting pain rising from gut and then burning my throat to a point that it turns to ash, the pain is acidic.
at this point i am being selfish, i have been suffocated for a long, long time and its times for me to go, to leave all the cares in the world. at this point i wish for death, my only refuge.in her arms i will find my final solace, i pray for it....till then, i wait looking blankly ahead.
i feel my life has lost its meaning in the mere chaos. it has nothing to stand for. sometimes i hate myself and sometimes i hate those who are always around me. it seems as if someone placed a huge stone on my chest and i am unable to lift up the weight.
the wishful thinking of running away, escaping never ceases to escape my mind. i am always thinking about it, always dreaming about it and yet nothing changes. i am alone and tired. i really cannot explain my situation. i did not create this platform to post my own laments. aren't suppose to keep everything bottled up inside? i guess in my situation yes, i am suppose to keep it inside. a long time ago i composed a song inspired from the doors Mojo Rising, the song was called "So Lame" i can very well remember the line "she don't listen to anyone" clearly ringing in my brain. it hurts, it hurts a lot. i can feel a shooting pain rising from gut and then burning my throat to a point that it turns to ash, the pain is acidic.
at this point i am being selfish, i have been suffocated for a long, long time and its times for me to go, to leave all the cares in the world. at this point i wish for death, my only refuge.in her arms i will find my final solace, i pray for it....till then, i wait looking blankly ahead.
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