Let me be the one.

I want to be compassionate. To give till I'm left with nothing. And yet to still give. In this cruel ugly world, I have come across many marvelous people I would like to keep happy. Something keeps breaking them apart, one by one, slowly but surely. And I think I know why. And maybe I can help alleviate with that.

Maybe. If I can't possess what I'm longing for, maybe it was meant for other people. Everyone craves acceptance. If I can give that, I should. It isn't a matter of giving and receiving to me. I'm fine if I don't end up ever getting what I want. I don't need it right?

I want to keep the ones important to me happy. Let me be the one. Let me be the edge that keeps everything intact. And I'll be the one to break everything apart when it's called for.

You just had to, didn't you.

Through the fifteen years of my life these I have come to know.

Lines don't always run straight.

The truth hurts.

Poems don't always rhyme.

Some songs don't have a tune.

Promises aren't always kept.

People lie when they swore they never will.

Life isn't fair.

Behind Efforts.

Every time when I have something to say, I usually just hold it back anyway. Whether it's a good or bad statement. & now, look what have I become.

I've bottled up so much I've turned speechless.