A little something i wrote.

Little do you know you are the reason behind my tear.
You are the reason I am sitting here in the corner
Crying all to my self, bleeding deep within.
It just bounces off you like it's not a big deal but on my side of the garden all the flowers just whithered
You think you are comforting me but your mere presence is bringing me down and tearing me apart.

When you knew you couldn't be mine then why didn't you stop me?
You told me never to make anyone my reason for living
Yet I ignored you, thinking you were different
But I learnt that all of you are the same
And it makes me sick to know my heart was with you.

You told me you can't love anyone anymore.
What made you think so??


You made me feel special
Like I was worth something
But then all of a sudden it's just BAM.
You dropped the boulder

It fell from a height
Real fast and I was unable to get away in time
And now I am fifty feet underground
Only a thin stand of light to be seen

And now you are way too up to help me.
Look what you did...


I always helped others cause I know what it feels like to be pulled down
And I thought that chapter was over.
But I was wrong. 'Cause history repeats itself
and now you stand in front of me.
Giving excuses.

How could I be such a fool?
Was I blinded
Blinded by beauty and brain...
What happened to the changed me?

The one who is strong... Hides all her emotions??.
Locked like a treasure?
You got it out and lost the key
And I thought it was a blessing and now I realise I was wrong

And sad for you cause I found the key
And have locked up again.
For you will never realise
The wound is deep
But I will heal

But the scar remains and always will.

KEEP SMILING :D

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