from Me...

GOD,
I understand how You feel...
when they have trouble...
they come to You...
when they are enjoying their time with their friendz...
they forget You...

make me feel like a tool...
just like how every body else treated me...
haiz...
am I too kind to be a tool...
am I too dumb to be a fool...

why do I even have this kind of feeling at the first place...
haiz...
messy messy messy.....

who am I in the end of the day...
may be I have to much expectation on them...
just like You...
I never wanna label any one...
this thing just pass through my though...
I guess I too mean to the people I care...
to say such thing and ignore them...
haiz.....

again I ain't giving up.....