My whims & rants

Sometimes it seems hard to go on each day, like I just want to sleep and never wake up.

Sometimes it seems if i move just a little slower, slower and slower, people would forget me in their steps.

Sometimes I think so long as I suit my role in the person's life, once my role ceased, so would us.

Sometimes I ponder how much do people miss me, when most of the time I spent my days in this torturing mind of mine.

Sometimes I presumed I'm just a superficial reason for people to be together, like I'm a glue, to make the number up.

Sometimes I care too much and got hurt so easily.

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At times like this, i really wish i dont exist. 

At times like this, i really wish to hurt myself.

At times like this, I really want someone to care,

to need, to tell me that they miss me.

To talk to me and make me happy.

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But at times like this, I realize I'm my own enemy

and I had created this barrier in front of me,

where I can feel the pain

yet hid it beneath a smile.