#1226am

Have you felt what I felt? It’s killing me. I don’t know how to deal with it anymore. I’m dying inside. There are wounds that never show on body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds. I’m busy saving everybody else when I can’t even save myself.

I’m tired, when will do I look good to their beautiful eyes, to their perfect eyes? Even though you’re doing great, there are still people who are unhappy of what you are doing. They will still pull you down. They will keep on banging things on you that aren’t true. They never care on what you felt as long as they are happy keeping you down. They will push through all those things just to ruin your life. They will never care until you die.

That i have only been over reacting.

That you giving me false hope is just in my head.

I admit.

I get really paranoid when it comes to you.

Maybe because I need to feel more secure with you.

Or maybe because I crave for your affection too much that when I don’t get satisfied, i start over thinking.

But i have to believe that you would not want to do anything that can hurt me.

I need to believe you.

I must.

It is my only source of hope.