Life is unjust with the people like us.
It's inequitable with the people who are perfect to be perfectly loved, so far no one loves them.
You watch them exchanging chocolates and cuddles,
You gave up on all your ideal list just to find a man by your side, join with him the feast and make you break your prolonged fast.
Yet you failed making a cuddle pact.
Loneliness and emptiness became your best friends,
And cigarettes became your one and only lover that only touches your lips.
Oxygen all over your dusk room, yet you suffocate.
The traffic jams noises reach the block of flats you live in, yet your life emits echoes.
You need care, but no one here to turn on your neon feelings, no one to feel wild and free with.
You woke up alone all night long, from dusk, but no one came at dawn.
Lastly, you hide your brown eyebags with manifesting a fake smile,
To the people who don't know what loneliness feels like.
Silence and some breezes,
This makes you freeze,
To watch him happy without you.
He burns your red rose and your heart, too
When he runs his fingertips through her back,
And you can't feel nothing but the coldness of the wall against you and the blaze into your core.
"We feel love, yet we don't deserve it."
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Psychopath.
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