Monday 11 April 2011

Piercing

Assalam, greeting, peace, whateve.

I'm n0t in the m0od.
I'm d0wn, badly.
I've been underst0od by n0b0dy.
Am I that c0mplicated?

If 0thers can, why I can't?
Y0u want me t0 be success like 0thers,
Why y0u d0n't all0wed me t0 d0 th0se thing they d0?

Y0u say t0 me,
d0 be diligent like them,
When I ask f0r y0ur permissi0n TO DO IT,
Y0u never supp0rt me,
Even y0u say,
I can never stand with it,
I never can g0 thr0ugh it.

It bring me d0wn,
You stab 0n me,
Piercing.
It's hurt, d0, s0 much that I ever feel.

*You can never understand me if in there's 0nly them, and y0u never give me the space, FOR ME, even just a piece space 0f y0ur heart. Never

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