I hope you're happy I'm sick because of all that you said
It doesn't get easier when you're wished to be dead
You hate every bit of me, literally wish to skin me alive
But strangling's an option too, at least in your eyes
Is that an upgrade from "suffer for the rest of your life"?
I made you keep yours and now I'll pay the price
I'll pretend I'm unbothered when I'm wanted dead
But your remarks don't stop replaying in my head
BINABASA MO ANG
Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
