Sunday, 26 August 2012
09:36:01 AM (GMT)
For 6 days, my life has been painful.
These eyes has become dry
These month can't shutter a word
These arms are remove
And these legs are weakening.
I feel as if my last day has come.
But would a tear be shed for a fool such as I?
Am I the guilty one for is it my time?
Who's to say but life it self that I would live or die?
In a case such as I, I am happy of the life I have spent with my closest friends on
Their names will ring across my life
For they are not only friends but a true hero.
So I am sick.
I close my eyes and hope to sleep.
For I may not know if this day will be my last
I am heavy proud of how all my friend has greatly improve.
Thus, I am sick...
But with this sickness, I smile one last time.
Maybe forever within the eyes of those who cares.
I am sick, so I will rest and if I awakened for my rest.
I'll be back to smile once again.
Last edited: 29 August 2012