Suara Rosak: June 2016

Memory Part Three

Ahhhh, this breakup thing is really tiring,
Every once in a while my mind would wander off into some distant memory, thinking what i could have done to make this better.
Sometimes i just see you, and then i realizes i just miss you.
That feeling of storm brewing inside your chest, just waiting to burst out in words.
The sad part is, that one person that all these words could mean something to is not the person i could reach to.

Thank You For Your Time

Memory Part Two

It had been a few days now since ive start to talk with bella again.
And the more we talk the more emptier ive felt,
Ive come to realisation that its not her or any other female attention that i craved.
Its yours, i longed for your attention.
It was an easy task saying goodbye, but stopping myself from saying hello is fuckin challenging. I wont lie. I miss you. So fucking much. Bht this is something that i have to stick to till the end. Seeing you suffer now is hard but its for the best. Were not meant for each other.

Thank You For Your Time

Memory Part One

It was one of those cold nights,
One's silence that is slowly eating my beaten heart.
I could barely hear the sound from the telly as it goes "goal" when dsuzdak scored his second goal against portugal.
I gave out a "wow" with my now so weak voice,
Pretending like i give a damn when all that i was thinking about is Kari words, it kept repeating in my head like a damn old record.
With every time it passes through my mind it takes a piece of me with it.
Killing this already souless man slowly.
Those words that he uttered before, felt like my already aching heart been stabbed by a blunt knife. It makes you suffer slowly before you fuckin die.
Ive never felt so betrayed, but really thats just something to help me go through with the decision ive made a couple weeks ago. It helps me, at last i have the strength to say goodbye.

Thank You For Your Time

Shattered

There are so many time,
But i swear this will the last.
I just cant take it anymore,
The pain,
The suffering,
Of a broken heart,
The shattering of that little trust i have left in you.

Im leaving, dont wait. Im not coming back

Thank You For Your Time