LIVING LIKE DEAD
There will be a time wherein no matter how hard you try be that kind of person
You cant be,unless someone or somethin provoke you.
I thought Ive changed,but I wasnt.
I thought I can be bad,yet i couldnt
Good memories doesnt stick on my mind
If the person hurt me
I dont linger nor bargain on it
When I decided to forget that individual
I tend to throw evrythin bout them
Evrything,evry single detail ,even the good one
I dont reminisce on those memories
So that I wont be sad,
I wont have any regrets
And more essentially,i wont feel the pain
Im not afraid of hurting
Coz I know,Im not the same as before
a soft,vulnerable and weak
Ive learned my mistakes
And Ive taught myself how to manipulate my emotions
If i wont be like this,
If I wont be numb
I will get hurt over and over again
If I wont be stone
I will be vulnerable
And people will take advantage of me
If i wont live like dead
People will abuse me
I guess I have hatred all over my circulation
Its in my nerves,in my blood,in my heart
I need to be adamant to myself
Otherwise,i will end up having this excruciating pain
Aches that even a morphine cant cure