After all the fighting and defending,
When all the things have been said and done,
At the end of the day, he just wouldn’t stay.
A part of me will always know that i’m just this big ball of sadness. That at the end of the day, I’m the one who needs to comfort my own being—my own existence. Is it really that hard to be there for me when I needed you the most? Does it take too much of your time just to ask me if i’m okay or if i need anything? When will people be there for me when I’m there for them? I’m not complaining but…. sometimes…. I wish that when people see me smile, I hope the know that all I want was to scream and cry my heart out.
Please, please, please,
I beg you to listen when I tell you I’m fine,
That behind all those words,
At the end of the day,
I’ll still cry with no one to turn to.
I saw you with someone else,
How long has it been—was it three or four?
I cannot recall.
It ended with too many questions,
With so little answers —
I am so sorry.
But some things are better off not knowing.
I sometimes wonder what could have been,
But I know,
That where we are today is where we wanna be,
And we wouldn’t want it any other way.
I’ve never felt so alone,
Although I should have known,
That i’ll end up alone,
Here’s to the unknown.
And when you’re alone,
It all starts coming in waves,
On how everything turned out,
How your day went,
Not even remembering what you really did,
Thinking everything was okay,
But at the end of the day,
When you’re all alone,
You keep on hoping that I should have done this, instead of that.
I should have done better.
I am trying so hard. Very hard to be okay.
But I just can’t stop the tears from falling down,
And everything was just unleashed.
In response to: Blur
And I beg to disagree when you said that love shouldn’t be feared because it is.
Love makes you feel something that you haven’t even felt before. It makes you think if feeling it was normal. It makes you think that you are acting crazy. It makes you do stupid stuff. It makes you do crazy things. Things you aren’t even aware of that you would do just to see that person smile.
Now tell me, is love something to be feared?
In response to: Disagree