wrecked

I actually posted this poem on my facebook before. oh well...

I got people being so anal to me. Like, this should be easy and telling me to pray. I respect your opinions. The thing is, sometimes, if you don't know that person pretty well, it's better to keep your mouth shut (or in this case, refrain yourself from typing). I got people telling me I don't believe in god.  Don't judge me. I may be crazy and totally unpredictible at times, that doesn't make me lost my faith in my religion. I pray daily asking for guidance from god. I pray because it's wajib. Anyways, enough about that. I don't need to justify myself. 

Oh and to those who claimed, its easy to stop. It's easy saying it than doing it. Yes, I stopped for almost a year, before it hit me back again. It's like an addiction, once you got involved, its harder to stop. I don't do this for the sake of showing off. You have no idea what's going on in my head. I don't judge you, so please, don't judge me.

This Poem

I scribbled
Trying to write to you
This poem that I have composed in my head
My blade working fast
- acting as a pen
bloodied red ink
- on my paper of skin and flesh

all in my head
but somehow I couldn’t translate it
I couldn’t write a single word
Just strokes and lines
Just red and swelling

I gave up
I wrote you this poem
You just wouldn’t read it
I watched as the tears washed away the ink
Just my scarred arms now
Translating my wounded heart

This poem
- of you
forever branded on me

April 9th 2009
- SM PJN –