Sig'n'tyred.

The Worst Week of my life had started off really well,(do not ask me why is it so bad, i do not want to whine like a swine)
or at least I THOUGHT it had a purrfect beginning. All this because I had the remedy for all my sufferings.
I don't know, but yes, every little thing you say made my heart leap so fast, even I was too tired to control my feelings.
You made it skip a beat, and it's something good.

But it sucks right,
it sucks when you get the spotlight for all the wrong things.
I'm glad I put it in such a nice way, when the actual fact's uglier than what it seems.
Everything I do, everything I say, everything I choose, everywhere I go, every step I take.
Why, do all of them seem wrong, to everyone?

I want to laugh til I snort so badly,
it's been years since I do that.
All I know is that now, at this moment, this particular point of time,
Misery's moving up my chest in a hard lump,
so fast that I could imagine puking them out.
God, give me the power to do so,
to get rid of them once and for all.
I know a great gut-wrenching sob's just moments away.

I'm glad as I'm typing this out now,
my heartbeat's slowing down to a more steady rate.
& I've been longing to punch someone so much to vent my anger.
but I don't know who'll be there for me.

There was absolutely no way I could stay there longer,
when they were walking hand-in hand, heads on each other's shoulders, saying nothing and blisfully happy, when my goddamn heart is breaking.