Bated Breath
Even the emptiness of this entry mocks me.
The previous entry mocks me too.
the still of the night mocks me.
the mind that i can't seem to have any control of mocks me.
the heart that beats mocks me.
that amongst all this.
the one thing that came to mind was.
I wish something would happen to me.
and when I woke up, i might be in a better place.
A better place in life.
Every breath is a torture.
Its a first for me.
1 comment:
No one is mocking you my dear friend.
wake up and smell the roses.
the roses are there if you would just open your eyes.
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