Derelict and Decapitated

I have finally come to concede.

and I’m GUILTY for DELIBERATELY being a

JUVENILE DELINQUENT.

Perhaps, the battle sought is not meant to be fought.

I have come to understand that I don’t deserve the pain that has been inflicted on me… because in the first place, I’ve worked hard for that something. And putting you on top of it all is the greatest mistake.

Although you gave me the matchstick, I still lit the fire and kept it burning. And you just wasted my time holding on to nothing, all burnt down in ashes…and here I am…worn out and brainless… like a piece of stale fish, cooked and its head swallowed by a brat-who-only-knows-nothing-but-play-with-___-toys.

I can’t play on anymore. I’m like a warrior in full battle gear but won’t move…because I can’t, and I don’t want to…not anymore..

FISH head!

ginatapol lang bitaw ku uy..

haruuu!