bullet in my heart, wounded and still in pain.

[coolerthanthou]

I thought that I ought to seperate this from the previous post.

I don't know how to phrase this, but I absolutely hate the feeling inside.
I mean, I just don't want to see you, for the day.

I know it's like very mean to say that I don't want to even see you.
But, You surely don't know how is it like, to have that feeling inside.
Like you're guilty for doing something gravely wrong, yet you still unknowingly do those stuffs that you used to do, even though you know that you don't want it, because it have became one of your bad habits.

But why do you have to appear there, and give me that glance of yours?!
Why?! Why at that time as well? Why at the moment when I thought that everything's going to be over, and I'm going home, and I'm not going to see you, but why, o' why do you have to appear?!

&To you,
Surely, you don't know how much it hurts to see that everything's gone?!
When my fingers just work the magic, and to realise that everything's gone.
And, you'll never know how much it hurts, when I have to hear all those, coming from people, and that I can only know how you're doing from the others.
You don't know how that feels, huh?!

It's the horrible time of the day; THAT.

I'm feeling as if there's a bullet in my heart, right now.
I'm wounded and no one can help.

It's going to be a long, ardous night, for me, tonight.