Disturbing. Heart breaking. Numbed.
Haunting. Heart wrenching. Distraught.
“You still trust me right?” He asked, eyes closed. His last words before he fell asleep.
“Yes,” I replied. I tried to reply as convincingly as I could. I hope he heard me. I really meant it.
Will the memories fade away?
Thunderstorm
Peanut butter smouldering my braincells,
Hanging out ripped linens for the world to see,
Sribbling love songs on signed cheques,
I’m as numb as a mannequin.
Signal left, turn right.
Red light, zoom!
It’s a messed up world but I’m singing to the thunderstorm.
Painting my chapped lips with nail polish,
I’m making out with Ronald McDonald,
Breathing fresh air through a straw.
I’m as numb as a mannequin.
It’s not perfect and i can’t find a tune for it. hmm.
Nope, it’s orange. But its ok, I’m happy.
Huh? What?
Everyone thinks they are right.
They are proud of their sacrifices. They failed miserably at pretending to be humble.
Everyone thinks they are right.
They behave like as if they are the victims. The ones who are suffering the most. Coming to me with crocodile tears. I have no sympathy left in me.
Everyone thinks they are right.
Even me.
It’s difficult but i’m not going to give up. Being happy and employed: HERE I COME!
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Some say they are trying to find their inner self. They say they are on a journey to figure out their purpose in life. Deciphering their true identity.
I think they are lying.
Those are just excuses for all the mistakes made.
Dear Big Bang,
I was only 15 years old when we first met. It was love at first groove. And since then, you’ve never disappoint me. Every song, every dance step will never be forgotten. =)
Love, Fatin
Fatin, STOP IT SEHHHHHHH. heh.
“Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.”
– Charles Dickens, Great Expectations
