I’ve been getting worse but, I’m working on getting better

It’s been a while since I gave myself time to actually take a step back from everything and assess how I’m truly feeling; most of the time I just keep it all bottled up. When I have homework or I need to study for a test, I tend to set all my feelings aside and bury them all at the back of my mind. When I’m on “work mode”, I am blank; I am empty, non-feeling. But once I have nothing to distract myself with, all those hidden emotions and pain resurface. With nothing to shield myself from the onslaught of negative thoughts, I become a prisoner to my own mind; constantly bombarded with things that aren’t even true.

I experience verbal abuse from the demons in my head. They tell me I’m worthless, irrelevant. They hack at my insecurities and convince me that the world is better off without me. But in my twisted state, even with assurance from those I love, I believe them. The demons laugh and enjoy the torture, knowing that they’ve got me under their control.

There are times I break and come close to ending my story; but there’s always something that stops me. Sometimes, it’s the words from people who care. Sometimes, it’s my own fear of pushing through with it. But nowadays, what’s stopping me is a promise I made: to never cause myself any more harm. This, and the hope of a good future, is something that keeps me going; something that helps me fight those demons that make my life a living hell.

My story doesn’t have a happy ending; but, that’s because it’s still going. It’s a difficult war because I’m fighting against myself and oftentimes, I find my ‘sober’ side to be the one losing. Despite that, however, I don’t see the point in giving up. I may be a prisoner to my own mind, but I’m working on breaking free from the shackles that keep me from owning my life and living it to the fullest; instead of just living it for other people’s sakes.

It’s been a while since I gave myself time to actually take a step back from everything and assess how I’m truly feeling; but now, I think it’s high time to let myself breathe and get better.


The Mask

inside, i feel empty
but always at the brink of tears

inside, there’s a poison
acting slowly; devouring my soul

inside, i feel lonely
silently pleading for a way out

but, the mask?
it hides it all away from plain sight

Bakit Sa Tuwing

bakit sa tuwing ako’y masaya,
maya’t maya’y biglang maglalaho
ang liwanag sa’king mga mata
at ang kasiyaha’y tuluyang mawawala?

bakit sa tuwing katawa’y manghihina;
pagtapos kong gumaling
ay ‘di pa rin maalis ang lumbay
na tuluyang sumasakop sa puso’t isipan?

bakit sa tuwing nagkakaro’n ng problema,
ako’y tila hindi na makatakas
mula sa mahigpit na hawak
ng matinding kalungkutan?

bakit sa tuwing lakas ay nanunumbalik,
may darating na pangyayaring
lubos na wawasak sa bagong tatag
na kumpiyansa sa sarili?



hindi ko alam kung paano ito gawin
hindi ko alam kung anong dapat gawin
kung pwede lang na hindi ito bigkasin
pero ayaw ko naman na ika’y paasahin

‘wag mo nang isipin na mayroong pagkakataon
na magkakaroon ng tayong magtatagal ng taon
patawarin mo ako, sapagkat hindi ko maibabalik
ang iyong inaasam na pagmamahal
at hinihinging halik

Soaked to the Bones

Tired, cold, and hungry; that’s how I felt while we were walking down the street from our campus leading to the main highway. I was soaking wet from the knees down as we fought against the strong winds and unending rain. My shoes were constantly squeaking and I could feel bubbles forming against my feet.

If that wasn’t bad enough, we had to contend with the frequent lightning and thunder that would make us jump in surprise. And, our very good fortune didn’t stop there! While we were walking, the streetlamp flickered and died. As if walking in cold, flowing murky water wasn’t an enough challenge; we had to do it in the dark!

We’re just lucky that Arenn was able to get a taxi as soon as we got to the main highway. If not, we would have been so screwed.

On the ride to town, so many things were running through my mind…

We could have went home earlier, if only we didn’t have a Student Government meeting.

We would not have been drenched in rainwater and runoff, if only we left as soon as the meeting’s original agenda was met.

We would not have been at school until 6:20 in the evening, if only the meeting was adjourned earlier.

All these ‘if only’s; however, there’s nothing we could do. We do not command the heavens; we cannot simply say, “Rain, thunder, stop!” and end the torment that the torrential rains bring upon us. We can only adjust ourselves in line with the fact that the later time of day it is, the higher the probability of strong rain.

Nothing more, nothing less.


napakalakas ng buhos ng ulan
para bang sumasabay sa aking nadarama
gulong-gulo ang aking damdamin
sapagkat hindi ko na alam kung ano ang tama

ako’y lubusan nang nalilito
lahat nalang, naghahalu-halo
paano na magpapatuloy
kung aking kaluluwa’y tila nagyeyelo?

sa dinami-rami ng mga responsibilidad
ako’y hindi mapalagay sa aking iisipin
kung kaya’t idinadaan na lang sa pagnood
ng pbb, at iba’t ibang pagkain

hindi ko maintindihan aking nararamdaman
ni hindi man lang mailabas ang saloobin
ilang linggo na ang nakalipas ngunit
ang dilim ay nakapaligid pa rin

Happy Mother’s Day

To the person who brought me into this world,
Happy Mother’s Day.

I grew up not knowing who you are
or where you’re from
but it doesn’t matter, really.

I can’t truly consider you a parent.

You left me.
That kinda means you gave up the privileges.

Don’t worry, though.
I don’t have a grudge against you.
I used to, but not anymore.
I’m at peace with it all now, I guess.

All I want to say is thank you.
Thank you for allowing me to live on this planet.
Even if the conditions that led up to my birth were unfavorable and harsh.

I hope you’re doing fine
with your family wherever you are.

I hope my brother’s alright,
growing up in a love-filled environment
with you and his father.

To my mom, to my birth parent, to the person who gave me life,
Happy Mother’s Day.