About Joy

I am a nobody that is starting to step into the world of reality, waking up from my childish thoughts. What a world! I will survive through, I will make it through, proving to others that I can do it. Then again..

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Many times, I doubt my existence
The necessity and the meaning
I longed for an explanation
to uncover the truth

Many times, I wish I never exist
Free from burden and worries
The overbearing reality
to just nothing at all

Many times, I wish everything ends
The world continues spinning
Nothing is affected at all
Just a cease of my existence

A wishful thinking deep within
But as truthfully as it can be
Without meanings or longings

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When I read something about burden
My burdened heart ache
When I read something about hope
My hopeless soul wept
When I read something about silence
My silent voice whimpered

The mind cannot decide
Who needed help more
Because it knows we will not
screaming for help or struggle
We will make it through
the storm and darkness

Burdened and hopeless
We will bear it all silently
Sink deeper and deeper
We will allow ourselves to
Until the day of liberty
Freeing the heart, mind and soul

Sinking

As I sink deeper and deeper
It get more comfortable
Or maybe I am getting used to it
I feel at ease, really

It may seems a little dark here but
The soul can calm down and settle in
The mind can go free
The heart can slow down

Away from the reality and people
I am not hiding myself
I merely allow myself to sink
because I do not care anymore

Heartfelt

It has been weeks
But I can still remember
The little gesture that
Most didn’t notice

You did it anyway
In recognition of my existence
It was not expected of you
But you did

I thank you for that
As this means more than
A ‘Good Job’ or whatnot
Because I felt the sincerity

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I have been leaving earlier recently.
Before 7.30pm because..
I cannot justify to myself otherwise.

Time has been passing by slowly.
So dreadfully because..
I am getting too tired of everything.

Let me be swallowed by an aching emptiness.
Let me be.

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I don’t think I am coping.
I don’t think I am adjusting.

I don’t know what I am doing.
I don’t know why I am doing.

I feel incompetent.
I feel helpless.

I am getting on my own nerves.
Because that’s the only mastery I have.