Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Dear You.

i don't like doing this. i don't like doing this to you. it hurts me so much cos i had to resort to doing that. but i will only stop if you stop hurting me. i dont know whether you know what youre doing. whether you know your hurting me and making me feel so low. but i hope you will see that i dont wanna do this. but i have to do it, to protect myself from getting hurt further. so please, i beg you to stop.

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Dearest faith,
I have always believed in you. And always holding on to you very strongly. You are my strength to hold on. You are the reason behind many acts and doings. You are the reason behind every realization of mistakes and every tears. You are why i sprung up back from every downfalls.

Dear hope,
At times i get agitated with you. Cos each time theres you, theres expectations. And i set very high expectations of myself and others that i forget to even consider whether i or them could achieve it. Which then leads to disappointment. But each time im angry with you, you give me light. The light to move on. To see brighter things. To see the other side of the coin. To see the positive side. And i smile again. Cos with you, things always seem right on your side. And i want to make it right.

Dear love,
You are the one that paints my world with colours. Makes me excited each time i feel your presence. When i see you all around me, i smile to my fullest cos im surrounded by you. Cos i have you as well. Embracing my heart and filling it to its brim. There is beauty in you and you are what makes me feel special. You make me feel that there are people out there when i need someone to hold, to cry on, to laugh with, to smile at and to comfort.

Dearest life,
We went through alot together. Every ups and downs. Every depth and corner. At times i felt like giving up, cos you bring me down. And im too tired to get up or i just want and need someone to pick me up. You confuse me at times. You make me feel so low. So useless. Pathetic and weak. But you make me a whole lot stronger when i get out of all the pitholes. You make me see greater things. You make me want to achieve more. You make me want to be a somebody. You make me change. You make me think. You make me someone better. You make me a survivor.

Dear fate,
You are my reasons behind almost everything.

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