i am not a writer but the need to express my thoughts are persistent ... although i wonder why would anyone stop to read this .. my thoughts pouring on this screen .. if i was to pick the color of my soul id say it cannot be a pretty color ,definitely nothing like pink ..
arent we just merely pools of blood , flesh and bones .. i am most faithful to my soul , id rather break my heart but not do injustice to myself .. forlorn tears doesn't really mean one is crying .. it was just a twist of fate that it was me and not you .. anyways , its more pleasant if you can ask why me if something good happens .. everyone;s comfortably confused , not like we live in the most sane world .. innocence .. i needed it but was deprived of it much sooner than i deserved .. things that were beyond my control .. there are things that u cannot escape from and yet you do not wanna live with .. its just the way it was supposed to be .. not everyone gets what they deserve .. it would be pathetic to hate oneself for it ..