Liyana | 1998 | MY
+ follow | tumblr | twitter | instagram

• #35 - Poetry #4
• #34 - Poetry #3
• #33 - Poetry #2
• #32 - MY SPM'S NARRATIVE ESSAY
• #31 - rant
• #30 - SPM IS OVER
• 29. leaving high school.
• 28. Sleep Tight, Sunshine.
• 27. 8 lessons that i've learnt
• 26. Big Bad Wolf Johor.

8/10/2015 — Thursday.

i wore the tied up rope across my neck.
it was just a matter of time until i kick the stool
and the world will be pitch black.
but i know. i know that the time has come,
when your arms around my neck feels like
it'll choke me to death if i stay long enough.

i reached the blade to slit my veins open
for all the pains that's weighed down upon me.
i ended up throwing it away because
why would i keep something similar to
your i-won't-leave-you promises that
ended up leaving me with a stained-red
sheet and a bleeding heart?

i drowned myself to fill up the hollows
in my lungs because of your smile.
oh, how much you take my breath away.
but i drained the bathtub when i saw you
in the street with your new perfect girl
wearing the same breathtaking smile.
i no longer care about feeling empty.

this isn't another suicide poem,
it's a story for that has been left abandoned,
unspoken, becoming a screaming voice.
this isn't another suicide poem,
it's a story for that has been left worthless,
empty, that even every heartbeat echoes.
this isn't another suicide poem,
it's story for that has been replaced with
another better, giving it another bitter.

this isn't another suicide poem,
because honey,
not everything is about you, now, could it?

—L.D "loving you was one of the suicide option."

Labels: poem, poetry, writings

8/10/2015 — Thursday.

i wore the tied up rope across my neck.
it was just a matter of time until i kick the stool
and the world will be pitch black.
but i know. i know that the time has come,
when your arms around my neck feels like
it'll choke me to death if i stay long enough.

i reached the blade to slit my veins open
for all the pains that's weighed down upon me.
i ended up throwing it away because
why would i keep something similar to
your i-won't-leave-you promises that
ended up leaving me with a stained-red
sheet and a bleeding heart?

i drowned myself to fill up the hollows
in my lungs because of your smile.
oh, how much you take my breath away.
but i drained the bathtub when i saw you
in the street with your new perfect girl
wearing the same breathtaking smile.
i no longer care about feeling empty.

this isn't another suicide poem,
it's a story for that has been left abandoned,
unspoken, becoming a screaming voice.
this isn't another suicide poem,
it's a story for that has been left worthless,
empty, that even every heartbeat echoes.
this isn't another suicide poem,
it's story for that has been replaced with
another better, giving it another bitter.

this isn't another suicide poem,
because honey,
not everything is about you, now, could it?

—L.D "loving you was one of the suicide option."

Labels: poem, poetry, writings

Sometimes I wonder how people see me and what they think of me. It scares me a bit, honestly. I am sure though, that what they think of me, what they think my life is, is a complete misperception. I have always tried to show myself as a carefree person, as someone who wont get bothered because of public judgements. I am sure my friend and family think there is nothing going wrong in my life, that I do not worry enough, that I am always happy. And I am sure they probably somewhat hate me for it because, lets admit it, there is nothing worse than seeing someone who is life seems so perfect while yours is a complete mess. Truth is, I have become an expert at pretending. I think we are all experts or at least we are getting there.

links exchanged opened! just tag me but link me first

coming soon....