I'm tired

I’m tired of being misunderstood,

nerves are shot,

weak – like old wood.

I’m tired of being ill,

no energy, can’t think,

losing my skills.

I’m tired of trying to make things right,

i give up – I surrender,

no will to fight.

I’m tired of seeing others in pain,

raises frustration,

drives me insane.

I’m tired of not being able to cry,

i’d melt away,

nothing left inside.

I’m tired because I can’t feel,

walking in a daze – numb

this can’t be real.

I don’t know what else to say,

i’m hoping, i’m dreaming,

i’m begging, i’m pleading,

please, take this feeling away.

Right now…

I’m just tired…

too late

We have more compromises,but less time;



We have more knowledge,but less judgment;


We have more medicines,but less health;


We have multiplied out possessions,but reduced out values;


We talk much,we love only a little,and we hate too much;


We reached the Moon and came back,but we find it troublesome to cross our own street ;


We have conquered the uter space,but not our inner space...



i wanna come back but it is too late... it is too late...

眼泪知道什么是爱

 很多时候，过去是无从想念的。



                                遗失了发黄的照片，

 

遗失了曾经保存很久的东西，



                                           遗失了枯萎的记忆。

  

伸出手，抓不到任何东西。



                        也许，总有些东西会留在生命最深处，



                                                  深深浅浅的痕迹，当心轻轻拂过，




         已不会感到疼痛，只有一份麻木。



                           喝着咖啡，苦苦的滋味。


快乐与忧伤，一切都已成为过去，



                                     依然能感受到的那份真实与感动、虚伪与悲伤。




眼泪，悄悄滴落在键盘上。

i like tis pic

想

在我心里

真的有很多话想说

可是

就找不到一个人

陪我

跟我一起分担

有时

我也在想

我是一个怎样的人

怎么连我也不了解自己

真是可悲

或许

是我不会表达

是我不敢打开心门

不敢用真心对人

除了对于友情

可是

真心的对待他时

他

却没发现

就这样

无意间

伤了我

也许

一切只能怪我