You will NEVER know.

You don’t know the amount of tears I shed.

You don’t know how much I miss how things used to be.

You don’t know how my heart is still breaking

You don’t know the reason I’m alive is because of you.

You don’t know how hard it is to slow my heart rate when I see you.

You don’t know how hard it is to breathe without you.

You don’t know how hard it is to stop thinking about you.

You don’t know the pain you caused.

You don’t know how my heart will forever belong to you.

You don’t know I care.

All I have to say is good bye.

It would be better off that way.

But why can’t I?

Maybe its your fault maybe its mine

Either ways it’s all the fucking same

I can’t breathe.

Metaphor

'Alter ego rant time:
"Never knew you could aimlessly throw a rock into the sky and hit two birds with one rock.


Somebody seems to have done exactly this.
But what's worse is that they're getting all the blame.
And again to make it worse.
The person doing the blaming is a complete hypocrite.


So you know what,
I hear, they are happy to stay as far away as possible from both birds.
They're done getting the blame for everything and for 'ruining' their lives." '

We are all human. We all make mistakes


It's best to move on, if people no longer want you in their life,
Then Stay clear. Stay out. Move on.

Have an Inside out
Upside down
Diagonally spun night.

The Past

As today ends the memory of my little sister grows stronger.
I hope that I never lose someone so close to me again.
To go through something heartbreakingly painful.
To lose someone who mean's the world to you.
Is the very worst.
Even if I knew my sister for a limited amount of time
It still hurts to know I could have had a little sister old enough to take shopping today.
A little sister I could stand up for in High school today.
A little sister who today I could help with her homework or her everyday trouble.
Yes I do have a little sister but she is 10 not 15.
I can't do the same things for her as I will have left to start my own life.
I wish she were alive.
My Trinh you were the most perfect of all babies.
I miss you and I love you.

I can't control who leaves this life for the next, but at least I can make the best memories to hold on to if it happens.

Dear Physic's I hate you.

I was asked by my little brother today, “What’s love?”

I looked into his curious eyes and told him “Love is love, you’ll know when you’re older”

His reply “But you’re older so I’m asking you.”

For once in my life I couldn’t answer one of his question.

Through out the 9 years I’ve known him I could easily answer his question’s.

This one stumped me.

So for the last few hour’s I’ve been pondering what love it.

I used to think I knew what it was.

But now I’ve come to realise it’s not what I thought.

Love is a figment of our imagination.

It was planted into the minds of every single person

To fill a void of nothingness

And for people to have an excuse to do stupid and reckless things.

Maybe love exists but I am yet to find a definite definition 

Love makes us pursue those who wish not to be pursued

‘Love’ makes people act like idiots.

How do I know? I’ve been in ‘Love’

Rubic's

Life is like a rubic’s cube.

When it seems like your getting some where, you make one wrong move and your fucked.

OR if someone else moves it and changes where you’ve placed your colours.

You again are also fucked.

Like when someone changes your life and moves a part of your perfect set up, you’re fucked.

Life if not easy it’s like a rubic’s cube if you don’t know how to do it, you won’t get anywhere. Or if someone messed it up, you’ve got to rebuild what you’ve lost.