Wasted and gone ;

And I am lying on the cold hard ground.

Waiting and wishing someone (anyone) will pick me up.

But all I can ever do is, get the fuck up on my own.

7 days. 1 week. Time flies. So many things happen in just a few short days. Going round and round. And here I am, back at the same spot. I won't stay there forever. But something is holding me back. Maybe the pain is aching again. But I know eventually I will get pass that stage and moved on. I know I will but it isn't the time yet. You see, the cut is still fresh. It felt like I just got hit. And BOOM! I am left dying. Time is the best healing process, people says. But time is also the most painful medicine  Keep on drowning in that. Deeper, faster, quicker. Let time do the job, they say. But bitch please, I know who I am missing. Give me a glass of drink or a pack of drug, I will rather drown in it. Everything seems like a illusion. What is and what's not. I know what I want. I know who I want. A few mistakes is gold. And a few mistakes can leads you to hell. No regrets though. I knew who/what am I up against. I lost to the devil but at the very least I tried. 

You will ignore me till you need me. Then I realize you never needed me at all.

I want to be with the one I love. But I don't want to be with someone I love yet he doesn't.

Actions prove a thousand meaning.

Tgif everyone

Xoxo,