Many thought that it was because of depression. Some actually thought it was to get away. Some thought he was crazy. Countless speculations had been made to why he committed such unthinkable act...
One loud shot was heard. People started rushing to where the loud boom came from. It was on a room down a narrow hall. Rushing footsteps swamped the unimaginable scene. Upon opening the door, a loud scream filled the room with an eerie mood. Blood was gushing on the wall coming from his gut. He was heavily gasping for air. The rushing people tried to aid him, but they all were petrified.
In enormous pain, he tried getting up from his bed, but all he can do was lie upwards on his bed, still gasping for air. He then looked at the frantic faces in front of him. He smiled then ended it with another loud boom.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Dirge of the Fallen
It has been 4 years since the tragedy. Nobody still wants to talk about it...or have they already forgotten... or they never cared to begin with. This had become a place of mystery. This place had been a somber memory which that of a crazy myth.
Despite all the lamentations and tears, all hath proceed with their own. Time did not stop; time is as cruel as always. It's cruelty is deep-down to the bone. It's infliction rivals a fiery blaze.
Time has healed its wounds, but like crumpled paper, things won't be the same as before. Fueled by wrath and rage, he ended his life to rid one of the many useless people walking around. The seeds of fear and despair had been planted; thus it shall grow and thrive as the years pass.
Despite all the lamentations and tears, all hath proceed with their own. Time did not stop; time is as cruel as always. It's cruelty is deep-down to the bone. It's infliction rivals a fiery blaze.
Time has healed its wounds, but like crumpled paper, things won't be the same as before. Fueled by wrath and rage, he ended his life to rid one of the many useless people walking around. The seeds of fear and despair had been planted; thus it shall grow and thrive as the years pass.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Someone...Save me...Please...
I wanna leave this place. This is not good for my mental, emotional and physical health. I've lost the will to move forward, I'm depressed and I've lost a lot of weight. I FRIKIN' HATE THIS PLACE. Suicidal thoughts are entering my mind frequently. Someone...save me...Please...
The more I stay here, the more I feel alone and depressed; the more I feel alone.
The more I stay here, the more I feel intellectually inferior and slow. The more I stay here, the more my health deteriorates. This is the first time in a very long time that I just want to cry... but there's nobody to cry to, nobody that cares here, nobody... I've never felt so alone in my life... Someone...save me...Please...
I don't know how long I can mask it with the smiles on my face. The wound has been cut deep. Many are pretenders, many don't care... Someone... save me...Please...
The more I stay here, the more I feel alone and depressed; the more I feel alone.
The more I stay here, the more I feel intellectually inferior and slow. The more I stay here, the more my health deteriorates. This is the first time in a very long time that I just want to cry... but there's nobody to cry to, nobody that cares here, nobody... I've never felt so alone in my life... Someone...save me...Please...
I don't know how long I can mask it with the smiles on my face. The wound has been cut deep. Many are pretenders, many don't care... Someone... save me...Please...
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