Tremble...

There are times when i think im just good for nothing.
Those are the times that i start to shed my tears needlessly.
My heart is far too fragile to handle information.
Everything has to be shed in tears.

Joy, Suffering, Pain, Anguish, Fear.

Sometimes i just wish people can read minds.
For that matter, the one whos being read has a choice of choosing the people who they want to share their inner thoughts with...
But then again, thats all done by using communication.
So, whats the point? Why am i complaining and ranting?

When my heartstrings are being pulled, tugged and taunted,
Did anyone felt it?
How much can 'Something is wrong...' and 'Is everything alright?' mean?
I have absolutely no idea.

Let me just stare into space.
And press the pause button to the story called 'Life.'