How I wish I could just teach myself not to love anymore
But rather, live and live only
Live as I am expected to
For hoping for what I think is meant for me
Has scarred me over and over…
Stop!
But I have to get it out of my system…just this once…
“Mahal kita. ‘Tang ina…ang manhid mo!!!!”
it reverberates. it echoes.
Empty echoes.
And so I’m still here. All alone as usual.
I dream of the moon shining brightly in a star-filled sky
It’s radiance trying to penetrate through a veil of thin dark clouds
And I, floating amidst the black waters
Waiting for death.
Waiting for death.
