The hardest path, in other words, ur dream.

If life was a mystery, hide it from me.
pain was nothing more, than a layer of skin.
feeling me, are u feeling it?
decomposed and rotting flesh rid of life,
the ashes n all we celebrate n rejoice.
if so you could,
finish me inadequately.

Say tis was a lie, a big lie life would be.
Make fun, ridicule me, i am as a joke indeed.
Wats there to compare? when all u do best is lose.
So just sayyyyyyyy, just sayyy its better in here tat u live.
A place lik hell born n a victim slew for laughter n joy.
Take wats there in me, pityful me.
Toss me about, lik a happy bee.

'You look funny.'
'No you should not come tonight, i'll go back myself.'
'You should get going.'

'I think we should keep a distance, lets not meet each other for a week.'
'Am starting to get uncomfortable with you.'
'Your not used to not having my presence.'
'Are you still going to msg me or am i going to msg you?'
'Are we still friends?'

'Am very sorry, joel.'

She was my only source of happiness, my motivation, my will to go on, my hope in life, my love.
Took it with her, everyting she gave.

I stared blankly at the screen.. blankly.. My thoughts are running wild, bt its empty. They do not connect like how my life has been broken up into. I foresee, the ever excited expression of rushing back to the bunk n turning on the phone has diminished. The creeping into late nights just to msg and tok will no longer exist. The joy, a laughing joke.
I threw it all, and could you cry for me?
No more talks. no more concern. no more rights.