Sometimes we're better off forgotten than to be pitied for.

I guess I've been saying it all,
saying more than what I was meant to say, too.
It's been a long day.
Any word to describe my day? no.
Because it requires so many words, such that I can't even tell simply how was my day.
One word is not enough.

At the end of the day, you finally tell yourself that you've had enough.
I've seen somethings, felt somethings.
Gone through again what I didn't want to go through again.
Somehow after today, it makes me look back and say "Failure. Disappointment. Wasted."
And hoping to have somebody there to help, to really pull you up, you turn to your side to find that nobody is even within your sight.
Nobody at all, not anymore.

And does it all make sense? Yes, it does make sense.
What does it all mean? it meas that I don't know what my thoughts are.
I've been straying too far, too long.
I've even lost the feeling of what it's like to belong.
And what I've just posted for the past 17 lines are all just rubbish and gibberish.
Time to turn off the switch and start repairing and charging up.