the empty heart

what is it that we're really after.
does having all the goodness makes you a saint?
no wait. there's no point in being a saint cuz it's not worth trying. you can't make it.
the world was never round. who said so?
i feel empty, lacking of the answers to the complicated/simple questions im holding.
it seemed too good to be true.
well, people might be saying i aint making good use of my time now but hell i dont care
seemingly lacking of something.
of the something that was all in us a while ago.
it wasn't something too good.
but perhaps, the change was too great.
amazing.
how can people change so quickly.
perhaps, it's all in us,just that we don't know.
hence, it seems so dangerous.
so easy to say.
so difficult to not think about it.
it comes so naturally.
when you're alone of cos.
the image seems so chilly
but.
nobody will care about you because you're but an ordinary girl.
you have no right to ask for anything, to make anybody worry about you, cos that's not a contribution it's like taking something that doesnt belong to you and for wasting something that seemed so precious.
you hate it.but there's no choice i think.
and now just stop it stop it. but it's like a car without the brakes.
i can't.
it hurts.
and i'll just sleep with this pain in me.
waking up to a bright new day.
hoping that dusk will never come.
where hope and stopping the day and night cycle is impossible.
you just carry on. wishing everything will just turn out to be fine.