I wonder…
How many times did I go to a farewell party?
Let’s see…
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
Four times.
Five times.
And Onwards.
Again today, a farewell.
I’ve been to every single one’s farewell party, even to my crush’s farewell.
Seeing all my friends leave.
One by one.
Every time I get close to them, they leave.
Is this because of me?
Do they hate me that much that they leave my side?
What did I do?
Did the get the wrong image of me?
Or is this just a coincidence?
It can’t be a coincidence, it’s been happening for 15 years.
15 years of goodbye.
15 years of farewell.
No contact,
No message.
No sign they’ll visit again.
Well will this end? Or should I go as well?
I’m rude
Selfish
Mean (sometimes)
Stubborn
And more!
I don’t get why I’m so dark and you are light.
I don’t get why I’m always alone.
Should I die?
Get erased from this world?
Should I be alone for the rest of my life?
This can’t be good.
Thinking of negative things at a time like this.
Please, I beg,
Please, give me a friend, a pall, who won’t leave my side,
Correct me when I’m wrong,
Lead me to the right path.
Romance?
Friendship?
Who cares! I’m out.
But…
I’ll be waiting for you to visit.
For you to contact me.
For you to remember me.
As long as I can see you even for ten minutes,
Or five or even one.
You’ll make me smile.
