I'm here at my room, dark, blank, and silent. no one knows what happen, no one knows i'm broken. what they know, i'm just totally fine. i'm not spoke up. and i think you do. i just can't. i can't talk about it. i'm sick. dying. i don't know bout you there. but you said, you oke without me. and i'm stil wating, i stil believe.i wish you can feel my hearth. i wish you can see me. but i don't know. I just pray. i push myself to keep wuiet. no bothering you too much. step by step, one text or chat a day. i know you didn't need that, i'm sorry to keep doing it until today. i writed here all because i know i can't say it all to you, it will make you sick and mad. i just want to pull it out. i'm waiting you all the time. i never go anywhere. i still believe. i'm here. i'm here, i always here. I love you, Tav.
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