There are moments in this world when we became so tired of all the troubles we had. When everything seems useless to do ... when the fight had lost its meaning. When one can not blame yourself for the damages done when the whole world seemed so busy. When all you have left.
Then, you fight alone. We walk alone along the trails of thorns. Each plug is giving you grief. Each plug broken your own flesh. Each plug your bloodlust. Although not really want to take this road, you had no choice. You are already there and there is no easy way out. The worst thing is that you are ignorant of where you're going, suspicious of everything you're doing, cynical and skeptical all your skills all the help that you are getting. Trust is the only way you own it is hard to give it away. After all, it was not long before given to someone as a gift, but then after a while '. rubbed it on his face. Tonight, the pain reached the brim. Your patience are all exhausted. Endurance discharged from your service. Have you started to vomit courage. Your being is exhausted with all your strength. The blood has reached a critical state. Your thoughts are blurred. You can not think right. All I wanted was to give up. To get rid of the chains that bound yo mundane. It is expected for freedom. We have long wanted to spoil your appetite for happiness. They have long been looking for Nirvana.
It feels cold. .. Terribly cold fibers of your heart and soul are numb, but because its as if the blood flows in your veins. She is broken, torn, and die .. deprived of everything .. even the breath of life.
I want to cry. I want the tears to relieve just a bit 'of pain I feel now. I do not know what with my tear ducts, but I can not cooperate.
Wayback, I use to be a whiner. I cry to get everything I want to cry but now seems to be the only thing I can do after not being able to get the things I want to.
But the tears could not undo the things that have been made. Could not do the wrong things right. Above all, he could never regain the past.
