I heard voices.
I heard voices.
I heard voices..It echoed.
Echoed.
Echoes...It whispers
As a mumbling,
Bird.Speaking
Muted words--
Which gives pain
In my chest.But it never hurts.
It does not hurt.
It's wrecked.No one,
Could decode
Its cry.
That's why,
It
Cries.You would
Never--
Understand.
You'll laugh,
Laugh
And laugh.Because you,
Never--
Understand.It words--
Have been
Written.
But still,
You--
Won't,
Understand.What
It
Says--
BINABASA MO ANG
The Diary of a Broken Mind [Random]
RandomThe compilation of my Essays, Short Stories, Poems and Quotations. =)