Thursday, July 16, 2009

I am so so so afraid .

You made me afraid of trusting you.
You made me afraid of knowing e' truth.
You made me afraid of loving you.
You made me afraid of being with you.
You made me afraid of walking down this path with you.
You made me afraid of you. As though you've some kind of split personality?
You made me afraid of being alone. Bcos' of you i've no friends.
You made me afraid of crying.
You made me afraid of hurting myself.
You made me afraid of making new friends.
You made me afraid of listening to love songs.

I am afraid. So scared. So helpless. I know i can never depend on you to pick me up.
But if you wouldn't, who would be there for me?

Sometimes, i feel like crying. I feel like gg to you pouring out my thoughts to you.
I knew it was useless. Cos' you will never never never pick me up.
I tried it upteem times. You never.

All you did was to say you've tried your best. But it was just e' beginning...

I wish i could knock my head real hard on e' wall & made me lose my memories. E' one which i would like to lose is you. But on e' other hand, i dn't wanna lose you.

You dn't worry about me. You just gave me a mere 3 misscalls when i didn't msged you e' whole day. & you just carry on with your life. Bcos' you know i am independant. But a clap needs two hands to clap. I can't managed everything on my own. I need your help. I am so helpless w/o you. But you just can't be bothered. When i told you that you can't be bothered you would say .. (I where got can't be bothered la) & just flares up. All you did is to say i am e' one having attitude problem. Have you thought about it yourself?

I am stucked. From e' beginning we each knew this is a difficult path to walk. Have you ever thought how much hurt i got? From you & others? For being with you? I've done no wrong. I dn't owe anyone a living. But why are you & others treating me in this way? Didn't you have eyes to see how much sacrifices i made for this path? Do you even know?

I really don't wish to part with you. I am left with no choice.
When you start to miss me, rmbr you're e' one who let me go.

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