Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Does it have to be so difficult?Don't you feel tired,
creating the same thing everyday.
If one day I'm gone,
you may be the reason.
Though you're not that important,
but it still hurts.
I wonder if cold bloody creatures understand.
Crying doesn't solve the problem,
i know it myself.
Crying doesn't mean “I win”.
It actually mean IT HURTS.
You see the pair of scissors lying there.
It's a friend, it's a weapon.
To kill someone,
to hurt yourself.
Every word you say, sting.
It will never be the same.
Colleagues are never friends.
Friends seldom hurt,
colleagues always do.
It used to be, “It hurts today, I'll be fine tomorrow.”
Humans change, humans grow.
Once it stings, it'll never go away.
In fact, it stays there forever.
How long can a happy-go-lucky attitude last?