Saturday, July 11, 2009 @ 11:58 AM
bismillah-ir rahman-ir rahim.
amin.
Hey love,
Where are you?
How have you been?
For the past few months, i don't know what i've been doing.
I thought i was happy, i thought i was free.
I thought it would end, and you won't torment me anymore.
This feeling you give, is just too unbearable; just so confusing.
What is it that you want me to feel?
How is it that you want me to live my life?
I don't know if you'd understand.
But i hope this gets through.
I may seem happy, carefree, not having a thought of the world.
But it really is, actually a show, to see those smiles.
To hear laughter all around.
Isn't that what this world is for?
How could you.
I do.
Care for myself.
I do.
Have a heart.
That craves for peace.
I do care if i don't have enough.
I am jealous of you love.
I do not know if this is a phase.
I do not know if this is part of moving on.
I am uncertain of what i am moving from.
I am uncertain of where this hurt comes from.
I am pouring my heart out today because you told me to.
Time to let go, time to outlive this tragedy.
Why?
Why?
Why do I go through all this?
What have I done?
Is it truth or is it just to teach me a lesson that cannot be learnt.
I want an answer, i want to move on.
I want to smile every day because i want to, not because i have to.
I want to laugh each day, not carrying a luggage.
A luggage so huge, because that is my past.
I do not want to do that.
I want to be free, i do not want to hold it back any longer.
I want to let it go.
I want to live, like everyone else.
I want to sing, like no one is listening.
I want to die, without a thought of emptiness.
Without knowing, someone out there is suffering; just like i am.
I want a way out, i want to see a brighter day; not days like today.
Where every bright cloud that shines, seems to be ever so dull.
I am scribbling, not knowing my purpose.
But at least i know, that i feel human.
Hurting deeply, awounded.
I want to do what i want, i tell others to do.
I want to shine, like everyone else.
But i don't want another me, a fake.
Who does anything, just for a smile.
Just to see a much brighter day.
How have you been?
For the past few months, i don't know what i've been doing.
I thought i was happy, i thought i was free.
I thought it would end, and you won't torment me anymore.
This feeling you give, is just too unbearable; just so confusing.
What is it that you want me to feel?
How is it that you want me to live my life?
I don't know if you'd understand.
But i hope this gets through.
I may seem happy, carefree, not having a thought of the world.
But it really is, actually a show, to see those smiles.
To hear laughter all around.
Isn't that what this world is for?
How could you.
I do.
Care for myself.
I do.
Have a heart.
That craves for peace.
I do care if i don't have enough.
I am jealous of you love.
I do not know if this is a phase.
I do not know if this is part of moving on.
I am uncertain of what i am moving from.
I am uncertain of where this hurt comes from.
I am pouring my heart out today because you told me to.
Time to let go, time to outlive this tragedy.
Why?
Why?
Why do I go through all this?
What have I done?
Is it truth or is it just to teach me a lesson that cannot be learnt.
I want an answer, i want to move on.
I want to smile every day because i want to, not because i have to.
I want to laugh each day, not carrying a luggage.
A luggage so huge, because that is my past.
I do not want to do that.
I want to be free, i do not want to hold it back any longer.
I want to let it go.
I want to live, like everyone else.
I want to sing, like no one is listening.
I want to die, without a thought of emptiness.
Without knowing, someone out there is suffering; just like i am.
I want a way out, i want to see a brighter day; not days like today.
Where every bright cloud that shines, seems to be ever so dull.
I am scribbling, not knowing my purpose.
But at least i know, that i feel human.
Hurting deeply, awounded.
I want to do what i want, i tell others to do.
I want to shine, like everyone else.
But i don't want another me, a fake.
Who does anything, just for a smile.
Just to see a much brighter day.
PS. I LOVE YOU.
amin.
" PS, read this link please : http://spanishdemocracy.blogspot.com/2009/07/sleigh-man-kazakhstani-kopite-rene.html . Kopites should be proud ! "