Being pushed.

Life is getting so ridiculous.
Life is getting so much harder.
Sometimes I feel like ending it myself.
Yet I have no guts.

I pray to God,
bring me to your side faster than them.

Yes, bring me to hell because it is a sinful wish.
I wanted this, because I wanted them to feel extremely sorry for their actions.







Again and again, I am being pushed to the edge.
I stood little by little closer to the edge of the cliff.
I dropped, and then hung on there.
Then I continued to drop and, continue to hang myself in mid air.

Yet I decided to get myself some equipments to hold myself longer, or even pull myself back up.

Now?
I feel like cutting off the fucking rope and just die in the most gruesome way.

*****

I believe that there's a thin line between love and hate.
I believe that there's a thin line between adolescent and adult.
I believe that there's a thin line between maturity and immaturity.

Do you?

*****

I don't like making decisions.
However, sometimes looking at certain things in front of you that are so ridiculous, I feel like giving "the best" answer to those who don't realize - a decision has to be made.

*****

A frog's eye told me a value that wasn't taught by any human being I know in this world.
It's your will to mend it, or tear it apart.

*****

Thank you,
vagueness.

-Jas-