Back to post though its 1am right now,
this feeling of frustration and anger keeps coming back,
yet I cant express it, verbally or physically.
Like a shaken carbonated drink, with its cap tight shut.
damn...
all these crap stuck in ma chest,
no where to give it a rest.
This utterly disgusted feeling,
causing this irregular breathing,
would get me no where.
Lost.
Despair.
Unmotivated.
Wouldn't know what could come next,
what I would want to see next.
This vicious cycle,
aint gonna end.
So what is the purpose then?
Throw a young chap into the sea,
hire a coach to teach him how to swim.
The coach go "yes, just keep swimming" as he observe the young chap drown within.
So what is my purpose then?
*sry mind the emo post, I aint have anywhere to share my thoughts.
because, yea fuck it, where else can I express my inner emotions?
