things just dont seem to appear ever the same again, sometimes i dun even know
who i really am.
sometimes i just need that one person,
to break open everthing.
everything seems to change,
and theres nothing i could hold on to.
in the midst of the darkness, how i wish there is just that someone, that someone that could provide the sense of security.
but who is just that person? i dun seem to ever know. whether in friendship, kinship or relationship, i seem to never understand anything fully.
is it the lack of trust? or something else? why would i lack of trust? guess its cos theres nothing around me.
alone with fear, can everything be conquered? im tired, im tired of facing everything alone. the defination of true will never come to light, and now, whats worse, i dun even know if im lost. im lost lost.
i said i was'nt, but is that self-deceiving again, i never know the answer.
have i accepted my fate? or my destiny just started? does the problem lie with me? or others? theres no answer.
could it be my own think-too-much-mind, being too paraniod? all these just link back to the same thing-- lack of sense of security.
when bullied, theres just no one to protect me, or someone to take cover from.
how envious am i, seeing people being shield when the are frightened.
living in solitude, is'nt just pain, theres despair too. my world seems bright on the outside, but on the inside, is it desolate?
PROFILE
Cheri's my big name. It's French fyi. So dont make a fool of yourself with pronouncing my name.
I first breathe oxygen on the last day of September. I've been moulded in SACPS and growing up in PRCS.
3/8's the room i go to everyday in sch. I love the sky, it's my darling. Dance and Guides revolve around my world.
I'm a very literature person, so read between my lines. I dont always talk things on the surface.
History's my favourite subject and i dont see whats's wrong with it. Just as my passion for the stage won't be killed so easily.
I live my life the way it is with wonderful friends around me. The last thing i need is a knife to cut my wrist.
You can hate me for all you want, cause i believe hating only harms yourself. I dont give up so easily and I never will.
If you know me well, you'll know I'm not just what you see. I am happy for the life God give me.