Ekinawa

Why is it that I never ask you for money or anything else for that matters? You ask me but somehow I think you already know the answer. I know about the economic state we're in and I know how broken you are inside. Even if you try to hide it behind a smile I can see how false it is. (That's why I try to cover up when I'm out of medicine because if you don't know you don't have to worry about the money to getting more... That's why I often smuggle back the money from my student grant back into your pockets when you don't see.) Why is it that I never tell you about my problems and ask for help? Because I know you have enough proble

i hate the way you twist me with a simple smile, turning me inside out with just a word. how can you do this much to someone like me? i hate it, i do! i want it all to burn     (to the ground and                          leave me  alone to throw myself into gluttonous dreams... fleeting...                          and                                         broken...) why is it that you can shake that heart i long ago tossed out the window? why is it that you can make me feel? can't we just end this game before the heart is pierced, broken and rotten? (to forget and laugh about it                                like          

every tear leaves a scar, not on your face but on your soul. that's why people can keep living in bliss. that's why we can close our eyes to the things we don't want to see. that's why we don't notice the boy crying on the bus. close to breaking. because we don't want to know of his pain. that's why we don't notice the girl struggling to wipe the tears away before she takes seat in her mother's car.        (forcing                      a                            smile             to seem                                  okay...) that's why we close our eyes. It's easier that way. but what if you could actually see the scars

Once upon a time I used to listen to every word you said. Sucked it up like a sponge sucks up water. And every time my mouth opens your words spilled out of me like vomit. Once upon a time I was alone and defenseless and clinger to you as blindly as a child and listen to your lies like it was my ticket to salvation. Now I realized for the first time that your lies is nothing more than empty words and empty promises that you're nothing more than a parasite feasting on my insecurity and naivety. Now I see that I'm just your toy, your little ball jointed doll with invisible strings attached to my limbs. And how much I stru

Do you remember the day we first meet? It was the same day I died. The sky was so pretty with it's blue colors and fluffy clouds. Do you remember the day we first kissed? The flowers was shining in bright colors. I felt so happy! Do you remember when you first stabbed me? The knife was so sharp and the blood shining red, so red. Don't worry, I'm okay. Just please don't cry. Do you remember when we first meet? I was happy....

Let's stop with the charades, shall we? I mean, you never paid me for my silence, but for my honesty. Even when you left to live in solitude. You still wanted someone too keep you from insanity, right? Why else would you still keep me though all those years? you could have killed me when ever you wanted, still you didn't. Why if not to tell you all your wrongs? To keep your guilt high so you don't do anything more stupid then usual? So why? So why were you the one to leave me?....

"Aleria! Wake up! Or you will miss your training!" snarled Alin annoyed while she stirred the pot filled with a watery soup. "You know your teacher won't be happy with you if you're late!" She sighed for herself while she kept stirring the pot. Aleria looked up on her sister with sleepy eyes while she was leaning on her elbows. It was not far from her turning around to her other side and falling asleep again. But one glance from her sister made her forget all about that idea. She knew better than to play with fire. Aleria sighed for herself while she got up from bed made out of multiple layers of pelts, and dressed herself in the simple tra

Somehow, I like this sensation of non-existence. There are so many things you hear when you stop to exist. Because no one doubts their own shadow. When you're only seen as a thing and not a person, people come to trust you. Because house, decorations do not betray you, people do. Because when you're just a thing left in the house while the owner goes away, you have options. You can choose to wait for the return of your master or you could always throw that silly birthday party you always wanted and celebrate in silence. It's not like he will notice anyway. Why would a man who's forgotten the face of his own daughter notice

I can see the pain in your eyes you hidden it deep inside and locked it up with a false smile made out of ice like I can feel the winter closing in and the leaves who once was green are now painted red with blood like to tell "The life is over now come the darker times with cold smiles and icy feelings of guilt" I left my heart in your arms for you to hold yet it was left behind like a pile of useless meat to rot in the dirt now the summers over and fall is all that's left of it soon winter will come again and leave the red leaves to drown in snow (like I drowned in your eyes when we meet for the first time, I had yet to noti