Try

As time passed by my heart began to shatter.

Each day it challenges me, letting me feel how difficult it’d be if I continued to go on.

And the only thing I kept in my mind is to give new things a try.

But am I doing right?

Nobody forbids me to try everything except the voice inside me,

Myself is my greatest enemy.

And it’s all up to me to make the decision.

bearing in my heart that in Earth I can’t find perfection.

Plans didn’t work the way I think it is supposed.

The more I continued the more pains that grow.

What’s life if I can’t have my satisfaction?

What’s wrong about wanting more?

What’s the use of being strong if it leads me to be wrong?

Why do I need to be hurt if it only wakes my rebellion?

Why do I need to cry just for them to notice my emotion?

Why do I need to encounter difficulties just to assure that I’m worthy of what I need?

How can I make things right if I’m facing the wrong side?

When could I possibly find the answers of my miseries?

Will I ever have my peace?

Am I ready for that wish?

What could be the possible ending of my life?

To die regretting of what I have failed to try?

What I Thought That's Permanent

I fall in love… then I fell out of it..

 Like how many times should I end up like this? I’m still young to be in love, to be independent and to get married. That’s what most people say. That’s how they corrupted my mind, and how I set the limit into my life. 

 Am I really young to do what I think I ought to know and I ought to feel?

 Is that the real reason? 

 If I haven’t tried all that I have been through, I am certain of the fact that I’d still be ignorant by now. I’ve concluded that taking risks aren’t the most dangerous things on Earth—but hiding or escaping is. I tried to live my life on how I planned about it, yet I did not succeed, therefore people don’t have the right to judge me even though you hold your freedom to think. It’s not how I planned, it wasn’t part of my scheme and it wasn’t what I wanted to happen. If I haven’t found the right person yet, it’s not anyone else’s problem. It’s mine, it’s how I untie my shoes and start walking barefooted. The longer it takes for me to you the more determined and prepared I am to have you. It’s how I managed my fears over my tears. I’ll stay true to myself—it’s how I act out of shame, but still knowing what’s humility.