Shattered

Life is not always good, at least not to me. 

I always make the wrong choices in life, don't I?

I thought I wasn't the old me who was so naive and trust people easily. Turns out I still am. 

I am broken.

I turn 21 years old this year, but throughout my life, when was I truly loved, heard and cared for? 

You screamed, you shouted, you tried your best to get your voice out there, but you were never listened. They care about themselves, and themselves only.

Because you don't love yourself enough, so you allow people to have the room to hurt you, to lie to you, to make broken promises. Until the day their true colours show, you sat there crying and wondering what have you done wrong? If there is one thing you were wrong for, is that you sincerely loved and trusted the people who eventually stabbed their knives on you.

Can feelings really be expressed through words? I doubt it now. That irony.

I wish I could turn back in time, to the days when I was not born. 

I am willing to sacrifice all my happiness to not feel sadness at all.