I try to read the signs but it doesn't yield any answers,
there are so many that I only get confused or misread them all.
My world is opened once again by tragedy that makes me want to write,
for no particular person but myself, all for myself, always me.
Life taught me to be strong and take care of my heart,
It's very fragile and breaks real easy, but the hardest part
is that it doesn't kill me but I go on bleeding inside
until a part of me dies...
I have learned long ago to live in agony with a broken heart,
But experience taught me that I should instead be careful
and lookout for those who would hurt me and eventually
break me and just be normal... And so I began to like me after all those years...
I became a normal person, with a normal life,
I have friends and made a lot more as the years passed.
I started to appreciate my family and what they represent as a part of me,
The dark years are gone, the horizon was so clear, full of life and hope.
I don't know when I started getting careless, when I've let my guard down,
And as expected like a very predictable bad movie the conflict finally came...
And I found myself hurting once again, shattered and broken,
But it's too late for me to guard myself, I can only live with it...
I have no regrets, I can't afford them,
I've lived the life I never thought would be possible.
And so I'm back to my old self, the person that I was before...
I will greatly miss the other me, but it would all be alright,
Because in the end its still me, the old me,
I guess it's time for me to get to know the real me,
the miserable me, and maybe there would still be a chance
for me to appreciate what I've always seen as a miserable existence...
Because life cannot be sweet if it lacks bitterness...
Take care and be safe...
You deserve to be happy just like everyone else...
