To give to him, the person she thought was “the one”
He rejected her, and threw the remaining pieces
Of her broken heart away, into the roaring ocean
She fell into the dark abyss, sucking her in
A bottomless black hole.
On her knees, she doesn’t pray for God to ease her pain
Instead, she prays for God to take her life.
Her worthless, meaningless life.
She has no more heart, no soul and no hope left
Just an invisible ghost, emotionless and broken
Because of just one guy, the only guy that made her smile
The only guy that could stop her heart beating
The only guy that could stare into her eyes and say
I love you.
The only guy that could win her heart
Then smash it into tiny little pieces.
Slowly she is fading, drowning in her own sorrow
She doesn’t eat, she cannot sleep
She cannot smile, cannot laugh
She can’t even cry anymore, the tears are all used up
Just one guy, and she is fading away
Quicker and quicker each passing day
Her parents moan that she is throwing her life away
But she can’t hear them, she can’t even hear her own thoughts
Maybe because she isn’t thinking.
Or maybe because she is only listening to the broken pieces
Of her heart tapping lightly against her chest.
She is rotting away in her room filled with scattered
Pieces of her heart. She refuses to pick them up
They will fall apart sooner or later
Her wrists painted red, slowly tears fall on her gloomy bed
The razor going deeper and deeper with each cut
On a piece of paper she wrote in her blood
Her final words
Can you believe I wrote that in Year 8? I was what... 13? 13 year olds are supposed to be happy and carefree, not dark and miserable enough to write something like that. How shocking! Nah i guess at the time I was just convinced that the only good poems out there were ones that were sad and depressing. Ahh noobish days....
I went to the MUNA gathering but left 15mins later cos they were going to watch a movie and I didn't want to miss out on Chinese School. Wow... Jo is such a good girl nowadays (jks i was always). Yes that left me alone in the city for an hour or so... jeez i'm so used to be alone in the city that i already have a mental map of the city and the places which I should go in that particular situation. It was 11:30... okay 30mins of browsing and then lunch. I went to this awesome stationery shop in QVB which was sort of like Typo, but more overpriced and cool. I wanted a Travel Diary since I was going to be travelling quite a bit this year (East TImor, China, Exchange, Music Tour 2012) but they weren't good and I spent all my money on food.... :(
Anyways Chinese School was ..eurgh. The teacher hates me and he keeps bagging me out for being 'the worst in the class' apparently. Why would he say that to me?! That's so mean.. and i'm not even failing my tests.. (85%+). i've just been trying less hard cos I have more important stuff to worry about. Like Maths. Then other crap happened but thank goodness Rena and Pam was there to help me shut the teacher up =__= while i was having a breakdown about other crap going on. I KNOW RIGHT, crying in Chinese is wtf but no one even cares. THe guys are in the back row playing NBA on their laptops and the other two people in my class are actually doing some work and Pam, Rena and I are talking about how much we hate maths (or in Pam's case, how much she loves it).
Well that was my day. pretty crap I reckon but I guess that's life. You can't have everything your way. But i'm struggling to think of the last time something went my way. Actually Friday was pretty okay. Bleh, East Timor in 1 day! Hopefully i'll be too tired to think about anything else. 1 week of nothingness in my brain, wouldn't that be good for a change? Night :)
