Mas Poetic Pag Galit

punching walls again and again

my fists are kind of used to it now

seeing bruises on my skin

the pain is so provocative

complaining on just about everything

shitty friends and stressful school work

swearing at each sentence 

my eyes screaming with anger

pushing through every fucking thing

always asking myself each day

“when will this end?”

i want to be happy again.

-galing sa aking tumblr. hehe
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hindi ko alam kung bakit, pero mas nagiging poetic ako tuwing galit ako o kaya naman ay malungkot. mas nagpapakadeep ako tuwing may mga hindi magandang nangyayari kaysa kapag masaya ang sitwasyon. ewan ko ba. ganun yata talaga e.