Weary [PJM]

i

for some unknown reasons,

whenever i walk past the tree,

i can't help it,

but to look at you.

i felt relieved seeing the wound of yours is now recovering.

but you are crying, again.

despite the fact that people can see you as well,

no one wants to help you.

for their eyes,

you're invisible,

you're nothing.

as i walk my way with the friends of mine,

i stopped.

now they are looking at me, puzzledly.

as i walk towards you,

our eyes finally met.

that sad stare of yours gives me despair.

i sat beside you.

i know you're feeling uncomfortable around me,

im just a stranger after all.

but still,

here i am,

hoping a single smile from me will make your day lighter.

i softly wiped your tears away,

making you flinch a bit.

"you're beautiful, so why are you crying?"

"because i hate life."