Glass breaks.
Glass breaks because it is fragile.
A heart breaks.
A heart gets broken because it is fragile.
So why do you blame the heart for breaking?
Why do you blame me?
Just what did I do?
I just don't want to live like this anymore.
The pain.
The anger.
It's killing me.
I know.
I can sense that.
I've kept it all in for too long.
I'm going to burst open soon.
I can feel it.
I know.
I know what's causing all the pain and the sleepless nights.
Yet everyday,
I fake a smile.
And go out of my way to help others with their personal problems.
And general stuff.
I don't let my sadness show.
Not even at home.
The only time I can truly be myself is when I'm out alone,
walking in the park and blasting my music.
The tears don't fall anymore.
I've forgotten how to cry.
I've forgotten how to cry.
How can it be possible?
I've learnt how to bleed.
I've learnt how bleeding takes away the pain.
I've learnt how to die inside,
but seem very alive outside.
I've learnt how to wince inside,
but laugh along with everyone outside.
I want this pain to go away.
I want this anger to be washed away by the sea.
I never wanted to die like this.
I never wanted to be this way.
But I know no one will truly understand the conflicting emotions.
That's why whenever someone comes to me with their problems,
I never turn them down.
Because I know how they feel.
But no one truly understands me.
Not even you, bagabyagakugutegersagayagang.
I'm sorry.