Saturday, January 30, 2010
i was running uphill with bags loaded with rocks.
was i supposed to voice out,
when it seemed like i'm in a sound proof room,
screaming out loud.. for what?
was i in a wrong crowd,
was i important to your existence?
but then, why should i keep on asking,
...when all this time i was invisible.
Dariah; 7:20 PM
