Tuesday, May 18, 2004
Title:Hate myself..
HEy here!Came back from playing takraw..guess my skill and flexible is there huh?ekkekeke...kk..This poem is for people who broken hearted and felt they want to kill themselves..haiz..here u go..
Message of the day:
Treasured me and hate me before im gone,
Cause I never knew whether im going to last long,
Pain always likes to frequently give
It seems like dying is better to live,
I am lost and and truly mistaken,
For human,body or soul?
Which one of these will be taken?
As misery begins to take its toll...
P.s.Im so sorry,Farhana that i am not there for you when you need me..
8:09 PM