Mark-01

I don't know but somehow, deep down I want to believe it, I want to block the fact that it's obvious what's happening with my life now, but I don't care about it as much as I can remember, no one did. 
I just gladly took the poison and drink it and hopefully it didn't kill me, that is what my life is about, I keep saying that it's okay, but something is always not okay, it's my mind who play trick on me, said if it's okay to let him in and act like nothing happen when he left me, always said if I was ready for it, but the minute it happen, my heart take over, as if it fill with tremendouse mount of hurt that my mind wouldn't expect could be that much, the pain burst inside my heart make it way through my mind and produce alot of tears out of it, I barely breath with a heavily sob between my gasp, but when the wound heal slowly as the time pass by, my lips are know how to smile again.
Heart can break so many time, but it never make a sound, and how can we make it through is by simply felt it.

Something for everything

I would never understand about what my mom thinks or wants, it's like I'm the only one who can't read her and everybody else is could.
I try my best to take care the people that I love, but sometime my ego selfishnes got in the way, I don't talk about it, I think about it, when I'm about to mad, I take a deep breath and find some place to think, to clear my mind out of it, I just toke what my mom said to me and uh, and process it inside.
Something that my mom need to know, I have passion, but maybe I need to be more, giving.