Ilang gabi ang lumipas, ilang linggo ang nagdaan, ilang araw ang tila baga'y nagtataka kung bakit ako ay buhay pa at hindi pa nawawala na parang bula. Di ko lubos maisip na dahil lang sa isang galaw kinalimutan mo na kung sino ako. Minahal mo ba talaga ako?
Mali ako? Oo. Pero mas mali ka.
Mas mali ka dahil iniisip mo sarili mo na nahihirapan.
Mas iniisip mo yung puso mo na nangangailangan kaysa sa puso kong uhaw na uhaw sa presensya mo.
Mas iniisip mo na saklolohan ang sarili mo dahil sa tingin mo wala ng pag-asa.
Bakit di mo tinanong?
O sadyang manhid ka lang para di mo maramdaman?
Ako ‘tong nagbibigay ng utang na loob para lang sa kapakanan mo.
Tinataas ko sarili ko? Aba dapat lang kasi simula pa lang wala ng nag iisip para sa 'kin, ngayon ko lang naisipan na mahalin ang sarili ko dahil sa naramdamang awa.
Kailan mo uulit ulitin sa tainga ko na minahal mo ako?
Minahal mo nga ba ako o pampalipas lang ng “boredom” mo?
Di mo lang alam
Kung gaano ko gusto ibalik ang lahat.
Di mo lang alam
Kung papaano ko pilit ayusin ang gusot ko para sayo.
At di mo lang alam
Kung bakit ako sobrang nasasaktan sa ginawa mong pang iwan at paghahanap ng iba.
Di mo alam 'yon lahat. Dahil sarado utak mo para sa kapakanan ko. Wala kang alam.
are that generation who are very tired of everything. Tired of going to school
just to passed the subject instead of working hard for another knowledge, tired
of friends who talk negatively behind your back, tired of trusting someone’s
heart, tired of being depressed, and tired of being tired.
that people around us taught us to be a better person, now we’re the worst. They
don’t actually feel what we felt when there is some situation in life that most
of us wanted to give up. Our parents, who love to support us, maybe not, are
one of the reasons why we should run from the past, and be ready for the
miss being an innocent kid. We miss that waking up in the morning with no fear
of what happening in our life. The moment that we don’t know how to think about
the problems, realizing how wreck this world, and give meaning to the things
being one of the members of this generation scares me for our decisions. We
think about suicidal, get drunk all night, blaming other people, and hurt
someone to heal our own risks. We eat chips and drink sodas instead of eating
vegetables and more water, we judge someone just to have fun, we raise our
middle finger for a sign that we don’t care at all but the truth is, we
photo looks like us, we are sad and alone but others think that we love being
with someone else. It looks like we reach for a goal of nothing.
we want to let go of this body just to feel the new fresh life, just to feel
the real air and not of this trash that we still feel right now. Seconds,
minutes and hours have passed everyday in our lives but we don’t still feel the
I just hate those person/s who judge someone’s outfit even if it suits them well. I’m like, “it is their style of dressing themselves so why you should leave a comment everytime they dress like that?” Really guys? Why don’t you stop judging people and start judging yourself? You don’t know how it feels to dress up on click and your friend or someone will say that it is not good for your body. You make them feel down for themselves.