I feel like clutching my chest.
There is no physical injuries
that could be seen through the naked eyes.
for these are...
marks of confusion in the heart.
Wishing to take another step,
to stretch out that hand,
to knock on that door,
to say hello,
to have fun again...
together.
...yet so hard...
It is so easy to turn off every humanity that's left in me,
but she won't allow it.
It feels so good just to throw everything away,
but that just isn't me.
Always warped and tortured by the split personalities,
I couldn't help but fight.
So near the battle almost ended,
yet I know that it is merely beginning.
Couldn't we go back to being friends again,
you and I?
It seems like yesterday,
the joy of calling each other bro-s.
A reply for each sms-s would suffice,
noting that,
you have truly forgiven me
for the wrongs I did.
for being the wretched person I was,
I am.
Who's winning now?
Between myself and I...
lets hope that evil shall not triumph,
for I would lose her,
you,
everything,
and myself.
I am so alike to my dad...
Words, actions and thoughts never seems be in synced.
Words came out first,
unthoughtful of.
Actions came out next,
unthoughtful of.
When thoughts finally came out clearly,
it was all too late.
But most of his words, actions and thoughts are all about his family,
Pure concern for each member.
I would really like to have a discussion...
face to face.
Now I understand, what is it like to be the ones around me,
constantly trying to enter the icy fortress - I built around myself.
And I also understood that... it isn't the whole world who turned against me,
but I...
who turned against the whole world,
shutting all out,
flipping off the switch of my humanity.