Thank you for the permanent scar.
Thank you for the broken heart…
The most important thing you ever gave me was the one that hurt the most
Posted in Uncategorized on August 31, 2013 by brokenbutmendedBroken but Mended. Indeed.
Posted in Uncategorized on August 25, 2013 by brokenbutmendedFive years had gone just like that. It still hurts watching you with another girl. It still hurts seeing you so happy and i am not part of it. It still hurts…a lot.
But life, life is too short to care about anyone who doesnt even give two shiets. Life is too short to be depressed over something that is important to you but not to the other.
What exactly life is? I’ve no idea….
Posted in Uncategorized on September 27, 2009 by brokenbutmended
I read the letter again.
And i feel like killing myself right now.
Why………bby?
And i miss this like so badly…=(
My lips started to quiver, and i knew a flood of tears was only seconds away..
Posted in Uncategorized on September 11, 2009 by brokenbutmended
What would life be if we didnt know each other?
What would life be if 8th of march does not exist between us?
Posted in Uncategorized on September 3, 2009 by brokenbutmended
There was nothing in sight but memories left abandoned,
There was nowhere to hide, the ashes fell like snow,
And the ground caved in between where we were standing,
And your voice was all i heard.
In every loss, in every lie, in every truth that you`d deny,
And each regret and each goodbye was a mistake too great to hide,
And your voice was all i heard.
Would you hold my hand if i saw you in heaven?
We will be missing you.
Posted in Uncategorized on August 20, 2009 by brokenbutmendedThursday, 20 August 2009, 10.20 am.
You were so full of life, Always smiling and carefree. Life loved you for being a part of it, And we loved you for being a part of us.Nothing could ever stop you, Or even make you fall. You were ready to take on the world, Ready to do it all.
But God decided he needed you, So from this world you left. At this very hour, This very date, a year ago.
When you left this world, A small part of us died. But you took a piece of all of us, Our hearts are what you kept.
Your seat is now empty, And its hard not to see your face. But please always know this, No one will ever take your place.
Nothing will ever be the same, The halls are empty without your laughter. But i know you`re up in heaven, Watching over us and looking after.
Your smile could brighten anyone`s day, No matter what they were going through. And i know every day for the rest of our life, We will be missing you.
” It is only when we truly know and understand that we have a limited time on Earth and that we have no way of knowing when our time is up that we will begin to live each day to the fullest, as if it were the only one we had. “
I hope they`ll cheer you up wherever you are.
*my prayers will always be with you, mummy.*
Dont forget.
Posted in Uncategorized on August 15, 2009 by brokenbutmended
Did you forget that i was even alive?
Did you forget everything we ever had?
Did you forget, did you forget about me?
Did you regret ever standing by my side? Did you forget what we were feeling inside? Now im left to forget about us.
But somewhere we went wrong, We were once so strong, Our love is like a song.
So now i guess this is where we have to stand, Did you regret ever holding my hand?
😥  p/s : i have passes to go for the MTV World Stage but i decided not to go. stupid, i know. Â
Did you regret ever standing by my side? Did you forget what we were feeling inside? Now im left to forget about us.
But somewhere we went wrong, We were once so strong, Our love is like a song.
So now i guess this is where we have to stand, Did you regret ever holding my hand?
😥  p/s : i have passes to go for the MTV World Stage but i decided not to go. stupid, i know. Â
Beautiful mess.
Posted in Uncategorized on August 7, 2009 by brokenbutmended
“You`ve got the best of both worlds,
You`re the kind of boy who can take down a woman,
And lift her up again,
You`re strong but you`re needy,
Humble but you`re greedy,
And based on your body language,
And shoddy cursive i`ve been reading,
Your style is quite selective,
Though your mind is rather reckless,
Well i guess it just suggests,
That this is just what happiness is.
And what a beautiful mess this is, Its like picking up trash in dresses.
Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write, Kind of turn themselves into knives, And dont mind my nerve you could call it fiction, But i like being submerged in your contradictions dear, Cause here we are, here we are.
Although you were biased i love your advice, Your comebacks they`re quick, And probably have to do with your insecurities, There`s no shame in being crazy, Depending on how you take these, Words im paraphrasing this relationship we`re staging.
And what a beautiful mess this is, Its like picking up trashes in dresses.
Through timeless words, and priceless pictures, We`ll fly like birds, out of this earth, And times they turn, and hearts disfigure, But that`s no concern when we`re wounded together, And we tore our dresses, and stained our shirts, But its nice today, oh the wait was so worth it. “
And what a beautiful mess this is, Its like picking up trash in dresses.
Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write, Kind of turn themselves into knives, And dont mind my nerve you could call it fiction, But i like being submerged in your contradictions dear, Cause here we are, here we are.
Although you were biased i love your advice, Your comebacks they`re quick, And probably have to do with your insecurities, There`s no shame in being crazy, Depending on how you take these, Words im paraphrasing this relationship we`re staging.
And what a beautiful mess this is, Its like picking up trashes in dresses.
Through timeless words, and priceless pictures, We`ll fly like birds, out of this earth, And times they turn, and hearts disfigure, But that`s no concern when we`re wounded together, And we tore our dresses, and stained our shirts, But its nice today, oh the wait was so worth it. “
: One day, i`ll definitely get to write that last line.
Broken but Mended 
