How many times am I supposed to rant out here for something that life did to me? I mean every one of the readers on my blog must be thinking that this girl is so whiny! I am not! I just freak out about every bad thing that happens to me and then I need to vent it out somewhere, since I dont like speaking out loud about my feelings.
Break this wall of survival, if you please
I am tired of you acting all weird with me
Somewhere along the path you will realise
That you left me alone, far behind
And when you see I am no longer there
You will feel sad, you will feel fear
The little pockets of wonder that I carry
Are spilt on the floor
Scattered like tiny drops of dew
Not enough to collect again
Those Small wonders that I so cherished, Gone!