she is one step closer to panadols.
you get her drift do you?

you will only understand once everything is over,
when you see her lying on the floor motionless
holding on to what's left with her.
the shine in her eyes is gone, lost forever.
and before you know it, she is already dead,
and is in somewhere so beautiful
....like paradise.

a piece of heaven is all she truly needed.
but that hope is crumbling away slowly..
what's left with her is just a forlorn look
which seems to be silently crying for help.
she is awaiting for an end to her misery,
something that can ride her away to an endless dimension,
of nothing but serenity...

ruined dreams;dashed hopes.



i dont even how i had the idea of writing this.
it just popped up in my head all of the sudden.
i dont think it is good poetry.
but whatever it is, it definitely feels better:D

i hate myself.
when i see the reflection, i dont see me
i see an ugly girl whose tears are falling..alot.

gotta build up an emotion shield around me
just in case....

geez.