I'm not truly happy or content
on the inside but I've learnt
to deal with it.
I'd thought I could move
on but every time I tried,
I would stop
and desperately clutch onto
the memories the two of
us shared.
Those happy times.
The moments when
I truly felt those feelings
and emotions.
These things always happen
to me. I'm constantly fed
lies to make me feel better.
Constantly showed fake
love to make me feel better.
And constantly left, trying
hard to make myself feel
better and reassure
that everything will be
alright. But I'm sick of this
world, universe and this
pathetic life. I'm constantly
disappointed and humiliated.
You were always there
when I needed you or when
I felt down.
At this moment though, you
were no where in sight
and my heart squeezed tightly,
the pain being too much
for me to bare.
I took the easy way out.
