Annette Journal

Maybe it was us, or it was them That mess things up Maybe we should fix our lives And stop fixing theirs Maybe it was love for us And a need for them Maybe it’s time to move on Even if destiny holds back Maybe it’s time to run faster Faster than the events that always leads you to them Maybe it’s fine And maybe it’s not Maybe you stopped crying But never the pain Pain.. What is that Happiness? Does it still exist? To the one that made my heart beat To the one I cared for more than anyone else To the one who made me feel special To the friend I will always get attached with To the friend I’ve lost To the one who hates me now To the one who will never be a part of my life again To my first love that was never mine and never had Thank you for the memories I enjoyed and was thankful till it lasted Maybe we will never forget them.. Because they’re our first – m.e

She grabbed her hair With lots of tears on her face What she said began to screwed One by one words began to disappear Silence begins to eat her She is petrified Her eyes stared blankly Mirror, now she looks at you She saw her own body Closer to her face Her eyes turned red and her hair was messy Her hand began to rise and clench Once a gain, she saw her body As if to speak something Looked ferocious  She threw her hand toward to you The pieces of mirror began to fall The hand that looks fine now covered in blood She asked, "Why me?" Physical is very resistant but not for her soul Written on Monday, October 10th 2016

Every night I made a promise that tomorrow, things will change My life will be better I promised myself, I would not be worried The troubles are not so s cary But I still do My promises are just words And each  promise is hollow words I promise to do better I promise to be on time Next time Written on Friday, October 14th 2016

Seperti batu hitam Dia menutup diri dari indahnya dunia luar Dia taburkan hujan yang membasahi pipinya Seperti awan hitam yang mengguyur Dia hidup dengan senyum dibibirnya Namun tidak berlaku bagi hatinya Dia seperti bunga yang penuh duri Melindungi dirinya dari mereka yang ingin mendekat Written on Saturday, September 17th 2016

She writes about sadness To console herself She writes about happiness Because she wants to remember it in the future She writes about bitterness Because she lacks in sweetness She writes about love Because she fell out of love She writes about him Because she admires him She writes because she's unprofessional in speaking She writes To correct mistakes To lessen the pain To share the burden She writes to expose her soul and what she feels Written on Saturday, September 24th 2016

She is a rose She is beautiful But be careful to touch her thorns She is a rainy day She is calm But be careful not to get too wet She is hot coffee She is sweet But be careful not to burn your tongue She is an ocean She is deep But be careful to drown in her waves She is everything so wonderful But even the sweetest things aren't always so sweet Written on Thursday, September 8th 2016