Looking at the past..
You realized..
What came before your anger..
Was actually sadness..
The real reason for you to be angry..
Is because you’re sad..
Apa yang tidak dapat kau kecapi…
Bukan kerna kau tidak mampu..
Tapi kerna tuhan tahu..
Itu bukan perlunya kau..
Belum waktunya kau…
Kerna..
Belum tentu nikmat itu kau hargai..
Jadi syukur..
Syukur kerna tuhan sebaik mungkin..
Menghindar kau daripada menjadi orang yang tidak tahu syukur…
I realised..
By hurting myself didn’t hurt me at all…
But words do…
Words from those people..
Do leave scars..
Do remain forever..
I hate that..
Physically hurt is better than mentally hurt..
the sun is out..
but darkness always in my sight..
its not like I'm in the dark...
but the dark itself is me..
during the night..
even the moon don't even dare to shadow me..
so how can people see me..
even with voices..
people still can't see me..
I wonder..
if I'm still alive..
with the silence..
quietness..
distance...
do I need to proof that life itself is hating me..
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Hi.
It's been a long time since I write here. I've been writing on and off but not here. Only in social media. Most of what I've written I kept it on archive. I'm planning to continue my writing here. As nobody knows me here. I don't even know why I'm writing again. I just hope someone may read my writing. Wish me luck.😌
Salamualaykum