Im afraid next year will be another year with the same tragerdies. Maybe next year I'll face worser attitudes. Maybe next year, it might really be the end of us. I don't know that and neither do you, but that's what I'm sensing. How can they ignore me like that? How can they make me their second opinion? How can they treat me that way when we're all equal here?
No, I didn't say a word. I'm afraid once I do, things will go on and on till it unfortunately ends us. I despise that and I don't want that at all.
I went through the deep waters in irony. Deep sighs inside me, remembering my thoughts of outcome of what this moment should be.
While both of you laughed in your undying happiness, both of you ignored my burning heart and what's left is ashes. Ashes.
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