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Written at Tuesday, June 1, 2010 | back to top

Here I am again. Tears falling down my face. I cannot even freeze the pain that enshrouds the very core of my soul. Tears just keep on falling like a cascade of a waterfall.. I shouldn't have believed promises, fabricated with lies. I used to think it's a cliche to hear of whinings from someone who is broken. Loud cries are what I hate best and emos are too sensitive. I am not an emo, and I don't cry out loud.. But how fortunate are they once they have let all the pain out of their chest.
But sometimes tears aren't enough to express the hurt, sleep won't forget the memories, tomorrow won't erase yesterday and friends aren't enough for comfort.
I closed my eyes and told myself it's all gone. Buried my face on the pillow and pretended i were somewhere, someone else. Just to escape the pain, just to make believe I am not torn. I wanted a normal life, a normal feeling, normal self. I wanted to go back to the time where everything was normal.. and I was wise.
How many times will I close my eyes and pretend that what I see and what I feel is not enough to throw everything away. I keep on hoping. I keep believing and praying that someday this would all be just true. I can't seem to wake up from a dream. My mind had slipped into a coma. He loves me, he loves me, he really loves me.. And the tears fell. He's 'not for real. It's not true that he loves me. And it's not true that he is faithful.
Like a balloon blown out, I slipped and flew away from my lover's hands...