The Other Times

The other times when I feel sad
I curled myself up in my bed
Tomorrow will come 
A new day will arrive 
And all that yesterday will be forgotten

The other times when I'm slightly happy
I would walk slowly
Pinch me because I want it to be real
Pinch me because I'm not grateful
Everything will end and this is just temporary

I read books and paint the canvas to make myself busy
Pretending that I'm having a good time
Closed my eyes, slowly the fear crept up to me
The canvas is all black 
And the books are read and I don't remember a thing
 
Tea with friends feels so surreal now
Conversations turns cold
Affections died
Sometimes, I would wish that I am just at home
And make myself a hot chocolate just to stay warm
Alone
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Lane Avatar
January 13, 2016 at 5:57 AM
Fatin, if this is about you...I've been in the same place often. Just wanting to be alone in my sanctuary, with my own thoughts. Those feelings come and go and we get through them. I liked this one a lot.
Zaini Avatar
January 13, 2016 at 11:52 PM
Yeah, I've been feeling that way a lot these days. Thanks for that. Really appreciated it :)
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