they said the girls who loved by such of many guys are quiet. QUIET--bitch please!!! and some teachers at my school begged me so. yeah baby, i'm an extremely active bitch. but why? reality bumps me that i have to grow up my mind.
i want a freedom. i won't grow up. if i had a time turner, i'll back to 10 again. oh, no, i got bullied when i was 10.
but why?
why am i growing up?
why troubles always chase me?
why can't i be happy?
i miss my real smile like seriously. my pals told me so. they all stated that i'm faking a smile for the last few months.
i won't be an adult. i won't faking a smile. i won't falling in love. yeah, love. when i was an innocent snotty little kid i thought it'll be great but i've to swallowing the fact that it will never lead me to the happily ever after. that doesn't make sense.
oh! and i also made a poetry. i haven't told you that i'll make a goth literature, huh? hahaha if god allowed me to finished it, i'll post it when i'm a high-schooler. the spoiler of it will come up later :)
She’s alone on her own
In this strange place you call home
She’s been yearning for a way out
So she find’s comfort in the blade
As it glades across her skin
She feels so in control
When she see’s the blood drip, she comes to life
The feeling is so good
It’s the only happiness she has
Cause she’s all alone in this place you call home…
have you catch the point yet? yes. self-harm.
have you catch the point yet? yes. self-harm.
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