At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.
Don't regret when i'm gone,
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Last blogged @ 12:00 PM




I have this dying urge to text you.


I have this dying urge to hug you now.


I want what's best for you.


I can't cut myself, cos I can't appear in ward with more scars on my arm.


I feel so painful.


Really.


My heart's crying.


I really want the best for you.


I may not be fair to you by suggesting a breakup.


Maybe it was a mistake we made by getting together.


I'm so sorry.


I'm really very sorry.


I cried at the bus inter.


I cried on the bus on my way home.


I took a long walk home and cried all the way.


Just forget me, I know I'm being selfish by saying that.


I'm better off alone.


I'm sorry, really very sorry.


I really wanna message you, but I'm holding it all to myself cos I don't wanna disrupt you.


I'm sorry.


I may be like this for the rest of my life.


I can't trust, I really can't.


I hate myself, you people may gag.


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