Notes from a Rose from the Garden of Hell

to anyone, who left me behind

You left me here without any kind of words

So since that I try to reach you, and search

Constantly searching, getting nothing, what is worth

Maybe it's over, however, I still try to make it work

Was it surely a wrong word?

Or it might happen you were just bored

Sadly the picture is getting blurred

Your memory in my mind is already slurred

To anyone who left me behind

I'm not mad, you might just be kind

Still it hurts time by time to this day

I don't dedicate to a religion, but now I pray

I might cry myself to sleep at night

But my hope kept everytime alive

I just thought about you over and over

Why? I didn't want to believe that it's over

Did I do any kind of thing wrong?

Can't you pick? Is the list too long?

Maybe I was exiguous or overmuch?

That's why you didn't want to keep in touch?

To anyone who left me behind

Was anything true or was I blind?

In front of others I hide my pain and hold my tears back

When I'm alone, through my tears, I get a flashback

After all of these, I let your memory go

I lied to you, but at least eventually I did now

I acknowledged, there will be no messaging with you

However, I also admit finally, that I might like you

Nevermind, it's already just the past

What if this whole thing was just a test?

No, I have to forget you and our conversations

Still I'm not satisfied, why? Cause I have questions

To anyone who left me behind

It starts to become peaceful, my mind

I can't do this, I have to stop clutching your memory

It was half a year, but for me it felt more like a century