"I wanna tell you something, at a certain point in your life, probably when too much of it has gone by. You will open your eyes, and see yourself for who you are. Especially for everything that made you so different from all the awful normals. And you will say to yourself but I am this person, and in that statement, there will be a kind of love. " - Phoebe In Wonderland

September 28, 2008

inexistence

tis blog is to inform everyone that the owner of tis blog no longer exist.

it is easier to be nasty,
its easier to be mean.
its pointless to be happy.
its useless to be nice.

so dun be too nice to me,
the only perosn who'll get hurt
is you.

life has no meaning anymore.
i'm a living corps
living each day like a robot.
i'm an empty shell
the thing u see is just a facade.

finally there's no more pain
no more sorrow.
completely numb.
just like a tin man,
no heart just hollow.

hopeless self,
wasted life,
mind in poverty.
loafing soul.

the person everyone once knew
died 3 weeks ago.
what you see now
is just what you think is there
its just a figment of you imagination.

there's no turning back.
cos she's gone.
no one will wonder where.
no one will wonder why.

all will be relieved n happy
that she's gone.
no more garbage trucks
no more pessimism

no more bubbly cheery adeline
cos to her there's no tomorrow,
and today is history.

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