tra la la...

"if u read this do noe that the person writting this may cease to exist. He has chosen a path less troden and will not return again."

we all know life comes only once, and he took his chances and yea he had no choice at all. He took the plunge never to return or see another day again. He says he is sorry for not living up to wat everyone wanted him to be. He regrets ever doing wat he did and is abt to do. But he just couldnt find any escape. Everyday it seemed like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. His only solace was his room, where he romanced the thought of living a dream. But a dream is all it will be. He has lost it, he doesn't need it. The ppl ard him are just faces, and faces they shall be becoz none will take the plunge like he is abt to right now.

what hides behind this mask he has worn, only few have seen through it. And now its time to take it off for there is no pt wearing it.

I'm walking a tight rope balancing myself, but now it just seems like falling is the best way to survive.

So goodbye world. All I would be is just another dot on this dot of an island. Another number, and a wasted commodity. Yes a commodity.

I'll be seeing the depths now and as I see the world for the last time, i'd like to say that i'd be waking up frm this terrible dream soon enough and that i've lived my life as full as i can. And i'm sorry to you.

Hope for a hopeless soul...



I never conquered, rarely came
Tomorrow holds such better days
Days when I can still feel alive
When I can't wait to get outside
The world is wide, the time goes by
The tour is over, I'd survived
I can't wait till I get home
To pass the time in my room alone