Who Am I ??

Sometimes, or most of the time, I’m thinking… Who am I??
Just who the Hell am I in other peoples eyes?? Rubbish? Idiot? Dog? Puppet?
Well I’m all that alright…. Why?? I’m a rubbish because I’ll be forgotten after they use me….
An idiot because serving for those people and letting them forgetting me. Being treated like a dog, working like hell, in the end??? Who the hell cares about it ?? Yeah, being controlled like puppet. Damn those people….

After working and serving for them so hard, putting all my heart to it.. and being forgotten?? That’s nice right?? Yeah.. so the lesson is?? Never put your heart into the things that you’re doing, because no one will appreciate it….

Ray
*By the way, anyone knows how to write a resignation letter?*

Mistakes

Recently, I’ve done a lot of mistakes that I would regret. Really regret… Quarreling is one of them…

I don’t know what’s with me lately…

Maybe I’m just stressed? Or sick of my life? I’ve became hot-tempered, get angry easily at minor stuff, not understanding people, yelling at people for no reason. To whom I did that, I’m terribly sorry. (especially my love =s)

It’s just that… I’m going through some tough time lately… my band life, is getting worse as day passes by, I’m having a hard time playing my instrument as there is something wrong with my lungs or what so ever is happening to me… and disappointing every single member, is hard for me to face…

Besides that, my life? Disaster… My studies are not any better. Plus, the final’s around the corner… Not mentioning the nagging I receive everyday from my parents, seniors, and complains from juniors…

Hopefully, there’s no more problems will come in… I really need someone right now… If she was here…

And dear, I’m sorry for what I’ve said, I didn’t meant to say those words.… except 143, the 3words and 8letters. Sorry. will you forgive me ??

Ray

Poems?

As the glaze from the broken glass
that was my heartshines in your eyes
Like a collapsed star
You will not know what wasor what could have been

As the waters of time evaporate
into the toxic air of hope
And Grabs your throat
Like a victim of God
You will think twice about life and
wish you had another chance

As the blood from the remains
that was my bodystains your shoes
Like a blind painter
you will not know what you are doing or when to stop

-Bornlie (deviantArt.com)-