Monday, October 28, 2013
I feel my heart bleeding.
I feel my heart being constantly suppressed.
But I can't tell anyone, because it's nothing I haven't told before.
I have nothing new to tell.
It's all too familiar.
I'm tired of myself.
Worst of all, I look down upon myself.
Millions out there who are suffering worse predicament, so what do I have to complain about?
I know, depression isn't logic.
But rationale is the only thing that can keep me going.
If I hold on to emotions - well, that'll just kill me.
I'm still living my life.
Going for work.
Going to gym.
I'm still living.
I'm still walking.
There is no other way.