Sunday, November 1

worn out and weary

our matlamat in life is to mengabdikan diri kepada Allah.
yet, these silly little things are bringing me down.

i was ready to accept things.
ready to overlook it all.
but your mannerless and discourteous ways boils my blood.
your empty promises, forgotten agreements.
you make me feel like i am nothing.
at this very moment i hate you.


that's all i want to vent out today. thank you.


"let me feel one more time
what it feels like to be alive
and break these calluses off of me
one more time"