Some people are born unlucky.There are many evidence to proof that I am one of them.Sometimes I feel that I am both.I am lucky because been blessed with my intelligence since I was a child.But on the other hand, I hate myself, really hate for making a wrong decision.And now it's killing me softly.Or maybe better if I kill myself?
I want an A but I got a B.I hope for white but I got black. I long for happiness but what I got is emptiness.I help people a lot but when I need help all turn their back!!!I am quiet but he's so noisy!Boisterously noisy and it kills me slowly.I want to spill the beans but no one will hear me....
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