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.
Suddenly, everything just vanished. He’s the only one you see. The way his eyes light up when he saw you walk in. The way he smiles as you take his arm. The way he smells as you hug him. And everything doesn’t seem to bother you anymore, because you only see him and he only sees you.