I'd lie

	Sunday, March 29, 2009 @ 8:49 PM Okay, time for some random poem I wrote during Math lecture.And Joanne, I do talk to people about it I guess,Just that no one really understands,Except for a few.But it's normal. Who can really understand what others feel. And in response to your other question.I think I know I'm busying myself so much.Cause I need something other than schoolTo make my meaningless school life more meaningful.Ah well.It's just the atmosphere in school I guess.____________________________________________________________________________________________________ Disintegration dedicated to Joanne: Her eyes teared in emptiness, resentment Her sanity became the principal reason for her bitterness Sounds drifted past her ears and colours blurred her eyes No amount of action could revive the excitement within her mind She closed her eyes, trying to recall her name But there was only the work, the lecture, the pressure, the fame She feels her being gradually disintegrating Her eyes, her ears, her mind just refuse to be cooperating She remembered he position, her title, her school But people, relationships seem to become her tools She searched her mind for her love, her passion And all that appeared were her friends' interests, her parents' expectations She tried to connect with her inner being She attempted praying to the supreme beings No answer, no answer, no answer She strained, she tried but there was still no answers Then, her sanity or insanity brought her the key The key to freedom, to feel, to love, to glee She picked up the knife and the revolver Deciding which would be the instrument that could be her life's transformer. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ Anyway, thank you Joanne for being thereWhen I needed you(:	Sunday, March 29, 2009 @ 8:49 PM Okay, time for some random poem I wrote during Math lecture.And Joanne, I do talk to people about it I guess,Just that no one really understands,Except for a few.But it's normal. Who can really understand what others feel. And in response to your other question.I think I know I'm busying myself so much.Cause I need something other than schoolTo make my meaningless school life more meaningful.Ah well.It's just the atmosphere in school I guess.____________________________________________________________________________________________________ Disintegration dedicated to Joanne: Her eyes teared in emptiness, resentment Her sanity became the principal reason for her bitterness Sounds drifted past her ears and colours blurred her eyes No amount of action could revive the excitement within her mind She closed her eyes, trying to recall her name But there was only the work, the lecture, the pressure, the fame She feels her being gradually disintegrating Her eyes, her ears, her mind just refuse to be cooperating She remembered he position, her title, her school But people, relationships seem to become her tools She searched her mind for her love, her passion And all that appeared were her friends' interests, her parents' expectations She tried to connect with her inner being She attempted praying to the supreme beings No answer, no answer, no answer She strained, she tried but there was still no answers Then, her sanity or insanity brought her the key The key to freedom, to feel, to love, to glee She picked up the knife and the revolver Deciding which would be the instrument that could be her life's transformer. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ Anyway, thank you Joanne for being thereWhen I needed you(:
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