cos in your eyes i would like to stay,

Sunday, May 21, 2006

Life is a mess,
things come down in a crash.
an urge to turn away from reality,
yet no glimpse of possibility.

I want to cry,
i really might.
can someone just lend a helping hand,
and save me out of this plight...

Tears stream down my cheeks,
as saddening thoughts flood my mind.
Truthfully i ask myself,
am i really fine?

I yearn for authentic joy,
the days that were filled with laughter.
looking back i wonder,
how did i actually make it here..

Poems. A form of escapism. An ideal solution of writing out all ur frustrations. A good way of exclamation loud for help..

Textbooks. Await your doomsday,. I can't wait to rip you into pieces and off i chunk u in the bin.

if i could.. @ 1:34 PM