Tuesday, August 30, 2005, 13:33
when things are simply already to the extreme
i somehow managed to make myself feel,
im close to an utter failure.
[i cant believe im sittin in front of the office and cryin away]
and in less than 20 mins i have a quarter meetin to go to.
im tired, but times like such, i push myself on to my personal extreme.
work numbs certain things.
but work didnt take away everything.
work didnt take away the tears and i wonder why.
cld it realli be that the one who mend my wings could cause greater hurt that the one who broke the wings in the first place.
its a scary thought
to know that one could break me like such
i wish to know where's my solace?
my safe secured ground.
somehow i cant feel my wings anymore.
somehow i come to the conclusion
and ive begun to realise
that i might simply be an utter failure.
