Tiny Billion Little Feathers

Dear Beautiful,

I am sorry I'm boring. Even boring myself. I'm too shy,too quiet,so much quieter than any mouse. I am incapable of speech,incapable of making up a good comeback whenever you talk to me. My poor aching mind doesn't work like that. It doesn't work in a flash. Maybe its because I do to much thinking that I over think somethings too much. Somethings things that are quite unnecessary,that wouldn't really matter to anyone but just me. But that's okay,I guess curiosity is a powerful thing.

My heart sighed. The sigh of radiated from the hole in my chest,from a place that had never seen light,from a place that had taken all joy and given me only loneliness with the very water I drink,the very air I breathe. I feel empty,parts of me are missing. I'm not invincible,no where near that.

I am surrounded by people who say they're my friends,my family,they'll be there for me. But their actions towards me brings such great disappointment when they ditched me before in my time of need,and if they can do something like that once,I have no doubt they can do it again. Now trust isn't an option.

"Save me,save me!" I desperately cried. But I still see no hand,no heart,no help.
Helpless.Helpless.Helpless.

So for now,with each passing day,I'd write my heart out A heart that's carrying all these extraordinary emotions,restlessly waiting for the right time to burst everything out,one at a time,bit my bit.. I'd write for my own being,my own hurtful,cold soul and for everyone else who cares to read and who's gone through similar phases,captures everyone imaginations.