21 April 2013

Scar of me.

My loneliness is like a dark room and I'm stuck inside it. The door was made of concrete and I'm trying to break it down with my bare hands. My heart as delicate as a glass. Oncebroken it can be fixed, but there will always be cracks. My wound does heal, but it will always ache. I feel so bad on myself.

"Ain, assuming that common."
"Ain, assuming things do not happen.
"Ain, do not be afraid to be separated."
"Ain, do not be sad for the loss."
"Ain, do not jealous
When me and Ainaa in front of mirror.