smallminded;

The most difficult thing is.. trying not to forget who you really want to be.


Paper matters

Before you could realised it,
I was already gone.
Far, far away.
Never will you find me.

I tried to escape.
And I did stop.
I wonder why.
My heart pains me lots.

You never ask why.
You never look at me.
To me I'm just darn pathetic.
Forever.

Often, I told myself.
I should give up.
I cannot strive on.
Yet, I did.

Tears roamed my world.
Weariness overwhelmed me.
But, where are you?
You were happy with somebody else.

Why must I care?
Why do I feel sad?
Guess it's time for me to go on.
I had enough.

You are gone.
And, I'm still here.
I never left all this while.
Waiting, silently.

Today, I have to say.
I'm getting out.
This game ain't what I play.
This life isn't what I want.

I chose to be with
Happiness.
I will be blissful with a somebody
Who likes me more.

I love the care and concern.
I adore the feelings.
For you, it's just over.
Never brood over a dark cloud.

Be gone.
Just be.
I said this,
I will be happy, I promise.

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