Wednesday { 01:48 }



Sometimes..

I'm sick,
of being so smart.

I'm sick,
of acting stupid sometimes.

I'm sick,
of saying things I don’t mean to other people.

I'm sick,
of hiding secret inside me.

I'm sick,
of not knowing.

I'm sick,
of not showing.

I'm sick,
of all the starring.

I'm sick,
of being labeled bad.

I'm sick,
of feeling locked in bars.

I'm sick,
of asking myself why.

I'm sick,
of chasing my dream.

I'm sick,
of life’s boring theme.

I'm sick,
of always waiting for the breaks I never get.

I'm sick,
of being left behind and sleeping in my sweat.

I'm sick,
of making money when the ends are never met.

I'm sick,
of being sick of life I’m trapped inside a net.

I'm sick,
of having to be strong when I’m a nervous wreck.

I'm sick,
of waiting in a line where I am never next.

I'm sick,
of acting normal when I know that I’m a mess.

I'm sick,
of other people saying that I’m really blessed.

I'm sick,
of having all this pain I feel inside my chest.

I'm sick,
of being stressed, I’m feeling so depressed.

I’m reaching for a goal that very few are to obtain,
And no more strength is left in me because of all the pain,
I know that I have said that there is God inside the rain,
But where is God in moments when my bodies feeling drained,
And where is God in moments when a prayer won’t explain,
I can’t break free I need some help but all I get is blame,
I’m blamed for the mistakes I’ve made and it is such a shame,
I know that I’m a winner yet I’m losing to life’s game,
I’m losing my religion and all I do is entertain,
The other mindless people I swear this life is so mundane,

I’m always asking why,
I always say I try,
I’m looking to the sky,
Accept the pain and fly.

By ME. - 2008
Don't copy please. please.


By ME - 2009
Don't COPY!



I'm sick,
of this place.

I'm sick,
of this time.

I'm sick,
of the dreams.
That are driving me out of my mind.

I'm sick,
of this town.

I'm sick,
of the wait.

But what makes me sickest
Is counting the days.

Until I can get in a car,
with a full tank of gas and 2 bottle of whisky.

And drive as far as I can,
without looking back.

To get out of this time zone,
out of this hole.

I need to escape,
before I get too old.

So I'm just running on dreams,
about getting away from all of this mess.

That lasts day after day..

Out of the state,
that I can't seem to stand.

Out of the life,
that just keeps getting more bland.

Looking at magazines,
and hearing all of these tunes of the life that I'm leaving.

I'm praying it soon,
So I can run from the past..

That just doesn't seem right,
to pack up my bags..

Leaving all my memories behind,
without thinking or reminding myself not to leave.

Sometimes, by ME

Sometimes I feel happy because I've got enough money to spend.

Sometimes I feel sad because I can't afford to buy what I want.

Sometimes I feel so free because I'm single.

Sometimes I feel so fucked up seeing couples walking by.

Sometimes I feel that I'm so healthy.

Sometimess I feel I'm gonna die very soon.

Sometimes I feel that its sad to get scolded when you're sick.

Sometimes I feel like crying but there's no tears.

Sometimes I feel like needing someone by my side but there's no one.

Sometimes I feel that I like my job and sometimes I feel like quitting it.

Sometimes I feel that my future will be bright but its just "feel".

Sometimes I feel that life is really difficult but I'm still living.

Sometimes I feel that I'm fucking great cause I'm fucking smart.

Sometimess I feel that I'm good looking but no one interested.

Sometimess I feel that I'm damn ugly because I'm single for so long.

Sometimes I feel that I'm really depressed but I feel different next day.

Sometimes I feel like dying but I dare not to suicide.

Sometimes I feel it's so terrible to die when I'm happy.

Sometimes I feel bad when I broke someone's heart.

Sometimes I feel lucky that I didnt die in the motor crash.

Sometimes I feel that I'm so bad luck that I didnt die in the car crash.

Sometimes I feel that I don't deserved to live but I dont know why.

Sometimes I feel stupid for what I've wrote here when I wake up from drunk.

Sometimes I feel that life will be so suck if I'm not rich.

Sometimes I feel life wouldnt be so perfect even if you're rich.

Sometimes I feel that I'm sorry for my parents but I can't help.

Sometimes I feel like giving up when I can't breath.

Sometimes I feel like theres too much to do in life and I dont wanna die.

Sometimes I feel sick when no one calls.

Sometimes I feel its irritating when my mum calls.

Sometimes I feel that my value of life is lower than other.

Sometimes I feel that I'm greater than any others.

Sometimes I feel sick of my confidence level cause I get sad when I lose.

Sometimes I feel funny that I can live without friends.

Sometimes I feel that everyone around me look like a piece of shit.

Sometimes I feel tired of chasing my dream when everything I do have no result.

Sometimes I feel hopeless wondering "Will I be successful?".

Sometimes I feel like donating all the money of drinking to the charity.

Sometimes I feel numb "Will I live to 60?".

Sometimes I feel that its over and I'm letting it off.

Sometimes I feel like just how sometimes I felt.

To be continued Sometimes

Sometimes I feel sometimes is just Sometimes.

Please dont copy,
17/06/2009 200am