Maybe the truths are fake



Maybe it's not wrong to love. Maybe it's not wrong to be loved. Maybe it's not wrong to be in love. My heart keep questioning is it wrong? I'm confused, I can't believe in anything, or anyone, including myself. I feel like banging my head hardly on the wall, I feel like tearing my heart so I won't feel the pain. I'm learning to be better and treat everyone nicer, but is it worth? I'm empty inside. Those cheerful faces I make, it's all fake. You wouldn't know my feelings. I don't want you to know. People can't be trusted. My mom teaches me that. Do you believe that love is actually lust? Yes, I do. I'm tired of living, could someone just rip my head off? Problems, troubles are all fucking me off. I can't stand this alone with by bare feet.

I need someone, someone that can make me stronger and not just protect me. I need someone that can think wisely than I do. I need someone that didn't ask me if I'm in trouble cause he already know what I'm feeling and ready to be by my side whenever I need him. I need someone that I can toy him around. I need someone that not only willing to hear my problems but tried to solve it. I need someone that not only saying goodnight every night but feeling dumb if he didn't spend time with me every second. I need someone that admit that he was wrong eventhough it's my fault. I need someone that can speak up with his own voice. I need someone that leave me alone when I'm sad and send a letter "IM SORRY" with two such simple words and not texting. I need someone that would say my cooking was tasteless and lying that his tongue is giving problems.

But I know that will never be true. It's fake, all fake. I'm tired of this life. And I'm fuckin hate myself so it's not suprising if you hate me too.

Syafiqaa.