You say you really know me
But exactly how much of me do you really understand?
fear of falling
Thursday, December 16, 2010 / 12:21 AM


"dont try to knock down my castle if you're going to leave it halfway. because only then would you leave me vulnerable to others that would hurt me worse"
- anonymous.

you walk down the hall, knocking at every single door. no one seems to be answering. panicking, you run down the hall way screaming for someone. you burst into a room full of people and friends. somehow the restlessness and anxiousness doesn't relief at all. you scream for others to get out of the hell you feel you are in. but as
you screaming in helplessness and despair, all they do is smile and say "hi, how was your day?" and walk away. a sharp piercing pain shot through your head, everything turns black. it was so dark, so silent, worse than anything else imaginable. so lonely, so frightful. you see a little dot of light. but within seconds it faded away. you run to the direction as fast as you can, in the dark blinding darkness. suddenly you trip and fall into a hole, a never ending hole...

crumpledonthebedlikeawastedpieceofpaper.
huddledintheblanketrockingyourslefawake
drenchedinsweatoncemore.awakeinthecolddarkroom.
countingthenumberofhourstillsunrise.realizinghowwetyourfacehasbecome.



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