I Want To Be What You Always Wanted And Needed...

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Friday, June 26, 2009 at 9:19 AM

Someone shoot me,

I'm begging you,

I mean...

All this pressure,

I should be able to manage fine,

I give up,

Shoot me, Please.

Someone.

I can't believe I said "Okay."

I don't believe myself.

How the hell can I?!

I know,

All of us are feeling bitter,

all of us are wasting our lives.

I don't blame no one.

I as a friend should not say "Okay" to this.

Because why?

I'm wasting my life too.

But that is no valid reason to agree.

So what if the person who I would share my problems with is not there

I should stay and listen to those who need me,

I should be in more control over my emotions.

I've always have good control over my out burst.

Need to suppress it.

Someone shoot me.

Someone...

My fault,

The usual my fault.

I should not have agreed to it.

I want to run away,

how am I suppose to face her love ones.

How am I to explain.

I can't face them.

There's too much people to face,

at times like this,

how I want to cry into your chest,

so badly.

Since you're not here,

I'll just wait till the sun rises and sets,

till the Shadow eats me up whole.

My fault,

I can't face anyone.

It's not right. It's not.

It's my fault.

Someone shoot me.

To You I'd Be Always Faithful.♥ 9:19 AM.