Sunday, February 24, 2008
Everyday, I wake up wondering why am I still here.
Every night before I doze off, I pray that someone would come take me away.
Waking up seeing that it's a brand new day, I put up my best smile just to make it through the day.
Just to make myself feel better, I tell myself this
"You're not dead cause You'll be a Psychologist someday."
It's a lie to help make make my day. Dreams are just dreams. This is what everyone tells me. Playing real hard & laughing out loud to help numb the pain.
I'm sick & tired of having to live life behind a mask everyday.
I look into the mirror and stare at my reflection then question myself.
"Should you just slit your wrist or wait till someone takes you away?"
[Don't Know, Don't Care]
Growing old is mandatory;Growing up is optional
12:00 PM
