LIBERTY SARAH's Journal

CHECK OUT MY GALLERY....

It's 3:06 in the morning, and I still can't sleep. Probably, I won't sleep at all. Why bother? It's 3 am and soon it will be 11am. Time to go to church. I've taken the liberty to stay up all night since my parents are out of town. Wuhoooo!!! It's just once in a life time ayt? Then I remembered something I learned from Primary Health Care class ------> Insuffcient rest and sleep slows down the nervous system that can cause some of my brain cells to die that may cause nervous breakdown and imapired eyesight and can also spread waste inside my bloodstream since my immune system will not function properly trapping the waste inside causing it to become toxic inside my body and thus leading to my oxymoron death. hehe I want to sleep now. Nyt!

I try to prtend that I'm happy,
Though emptiness is killing me slowly.
If only I can mend and hide,
All the pain and the hurt inside.

I have to act like Mary Sunshine 24/7,
It's not easy for me to pretend.
If only I can put myself together.
So I can hide my acidic tears forever.

I'm always caught up in the after glare.
Coz I know nobody will ever care.
Sometimes I even cried myself to sleep,
So many secrets I have to keep.

Nobody needs me, nobody cares!
I'm always trap in a distance stare.
I prayed for someone to rescue me.
To take away all of my misery.

It's so hard to suffer alone,
But I know that I have to be strong.

liberty Look out for the

m HOLE

I feel so insecure, a lot of things have changed.
Tortured deep inside and I have myself to blame.
Endless temptations destroy me from day to day.
It's killing me deep inside coz I can't heal in the pain.

Surrounded by evil that controls my empty soul,
I lost myself deep inside and lost my grip to control.
So I let go of myself and dive into a NEW WORLD OF LIES.
So decietful, so extreme, hunts me till I die.

Sometimes I pretend I'm dead,
So I can feel no more pain.
I'm not special and I don't exist
So I can't feel anything like this.

My heart is bleeding can't you see?
All the coldness people had brought to me.
For a while I felt special like a true person.
I felt like I could live for a reason.

I let passion get the best of me.
It made me foolish an oxymoron thing.
In this world you're all alone and it's so unfair.
You have to be strong coz NOBODY CARES.













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