Emily

I guess I know now the feeling of making a sacrifice, and/or of how it feels like to be a martyr.

I'm pretty sure that whoever's writing this now is no longer me. It's already past midnight. And I am definitely sure I have been asleep since 8:30 PM. Then again, my body is still awake and active.

It takes a lot of effort, of putting much time, chasing for the wasted free moments - when all I did back then is to get to frickin' sleep as much as I wanted.

So here I am facing the consequences of my laziness.

I feel like I'm breaking inside realizing how short the time is left of me before the Judgment Day.

regrets clouding my feeble mind again
my eyes are already in strain
i can feel the emptiness inside
as if i had nothing to receive worth my sacrifice
i put on much effort before
i just dont know what happened then
it's so hard to live a life
feeling like a floating mist in space
when you've got so many plans ahead
yet you can't even put one foot in front
coz destiny is still unsure
foggy, dark, i wish i could pass through
but i know He knows i'm in need
i would just have to put my faith back to Him
just like before... just like back then
i wasn't meant to be happy
after all i was just trying to escape the reality
so bid me goodbye now for it is too late
i'm going to get up and start the fight
before everyting else is gone
away from me
nowhere to see
and i'd be left behind in misery
I can't wait to see you, Emily.

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I'm not a poet so pardon me if i call this one, My Poem.