I am alone.
Alone in the dark.
And alone with my life.
Crying in bed all night.
Nobody to talk to.
Alone in the dark.
Without friends.And then there's her.
Talking to all her friends.
Partially ignoring me.
Not noticing me at all.
She knows I'm there.
But she doesn't know me anymore.
She did once.
Then everything changed.
Now, she has no idea.
She doesn't care anymore.And then there are these moments.
These moments of knowing each other.
These moments of encourage.
These moments of understanding.
These moments without loneliness.And then these moments change.
So quickly.
There is no way to stop it.
It just happens.
And then I'm alone again.
Forever.
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