waves after waves
have you seen her? this lady all dressed in black with skin as pale as the moon and eyes as dark as the night? she only visits you in your sleep when you are naked and helpless and cannot even lift a finger to prod her. yes, she's called death. she whispered to me last night...

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i wish for many things. i keep wishing. and wishing. now my only wish is for you to be happy. contented. satisfied. because if i told you of the many things you said or did caused my emotional turmoil then you would be unhappy. i'd rather you smile then me.

then she said i wanted her dead. really? because if that was the case then i beg to differ ma'am. you keep saying things that hurt me. go on dig that hole in my heart deeper. i cannot heal anymore. neither will i attempt to feel. thank you for doing this to me. maybe if i were dead things would be better. for her. for him. for myself. then everyone can just sigh and say "ahhh the burden's gone at last." right? then let me sit in that corner for now and contemplate the ways to my departure.

so many things so little time.

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ok emoness aside...

here's one thing i want to say so very much. go ahead. go on with them if it means seeing you smile more. i seriously would appreciate you being happy. because with me you don't seem to be. oh and yes...i'll just curl up with an umbrella.

PS : nobody knows who i really am, i've never felt this empty before and if i ever need someone to come along, who's gonna confort me and keep me strong?