Decomposing Relationship


You say you would like to change, but you don’t really try and you lie.

I had high hopes. I thought despite all, deep inside, you cared about me. But now I know you are very self-centered and very selfish. You don’t care about me, even though I tried to help you every way I can. This flashing reality stings.

Now that you have what you want and are nonchalant towards me, I silently bid adieu to you old friend. And I slowly try to release the pain of an abandoned heart.

I’ve started to hate you, for all you put me through, for playing with my naivety and trust. You seemed like a player from the start, but little did I know how enraging your game would be.

You’ve hurt me more than anybody has in a long time — not once, but repeatedly, even after I voiced my concerns.

You say you try but it’s hard to change. I guess that means this is the end?

I have to see you every day, give a cordial smile, and keep up a straight face. Inside, I sometimes wish you would burn.

Sometimes I think I am overreacting. Maybe you aren’t fully aware of how your personality flaws affect me. But I clearly remember telling you time and time again to just stop. And I also clearly remember you not having the most basic level of compassion when I was in pain and crying.

I hope I remember this clearly down the line, years from now, when your name might suddenly pop on Facebook, and I would wonder what happened to that.

The Ebbs and (Occasional) Flows



I am in pain. Could be worse though.


I feel like over the past months you have gradually been making me feel helpless, like a puppet who is doomed to lie at the corner of disaster.


I got diagnosed for chronic depression. It’s a mixed sense of hope, relief, and worry.


I go to you for a piece of solace


Walking over puddles

Carefully, one by one

Wishing I could fly through

On a dark rainy day

That’s what I hope for

As she walked further into the realms of reality, she understood how pretentious it is

And when you try to rise above, you realize the feet are tied to shackles that have being rusting for years

Confined in Uncertainty

What happens when you believe you can?


I can’t take this anymore. I need therapy.

There’s a bully in my head,

Who won’t leave me to rest,

Or let me think about anything nice.

It stays there all the time uninvited,

Telling me how anything I do doesn’t cut it.

How do I stand up to the devil in me?


Get off the proverbial treadmill, and take a walk

Some days I feel like I am making significant progress, and some days I want to die.