a bag of bare bones

Month: February, 2015


“Are you somewhere feeling lonely even though he’s right beside you?
When he says those words that hurt you, do you read the ones I wrote you?”



all i feel is … hurt




looking at the night filled with stars and the edges of the clouds that were lit up by the moon,
it reminds me of the past and how relaxed i used to be
reflective nights like this are rare.
Thinking of what i have done over the past few weeks,
I realised what they say how in control of your life you are,
how easy it is to be able to see things objectively,
just don’t come in at certain times, or certain parts of your life
decisions made are often rash and not carefully thought out
we don’t mean the things we say yet very often, we cannot seem to let go of the things said even if you knew they were spoken out of impulse

I could say it does matter to me, whether you’re happy or not
but at the same time, I really should let you decide on what you truly want
Be it its positive or negative, accepting or rejecting, forgetting or to hold on.
Whoever is selfish or whoever is not,
we have ourselves to judge.
it isn’t easy for both sides

Understanding does not help anymore
so does repeating “let go”
but it helps when we do accept everything that comes without any grudges, jealousy and without any adverse reactions.
Just to help let you live better.
Hope you are
And for me,
i don’t have it less hard than you do..
i’ll find the solution very soon..
I hope


i still miss the times
school is torturing
bring me back to what we were
But Can we?
Cant you see that im waiting for you to change
My every hug and every kiss
Everything that ive said
why do you only rmb the hurt and not the happy times
why do i always rmb the happy times and not the hurt
Is it time for us to part?
is it time for us to be complete strangers?
i died inside when you said that
you thought i went back but
I stood outside your door, afraid of what your reaction will be,
i couldnt knock, or couldnt make a sound but
all i know is that, now, the person inside…
wants nothing to do with me anymore
Nobody can see this
not even you

and… we’re not even friends