when it's not all a bed of roses

it rained again,

not quite literally this time,
have you even give yourself that little bit of hope,
and then watch that little bit of hope evaporated from you?
like losing something you never actually had,
without realising, it just slipped off your hand,

and you have no one to blame,
as it was never yours to begin with…
the days get harder to past,
when more and more memories of the past,
and you created this space of pseudohappiness,
and filled that space up with all sorts of distractions,
and you have this high risk behaviour,
attention seeking perhaps,
i cannot be too sure,
but what’s the point of seeking the attention of everyone,
everyone except that little piece of hope,
the piece of hope, i now called history,
the piece of hope, i now called memory,
the piece of hope, i now called misery,

life goes on, doesn’t it?
i hope it does… i really do…

-shinyin-


Just a random song..
November Rain - by Guns and Roses