As these words slowly entered my ears and as I stared perpendicularly to the wall,
I felt so numb and my heart's been crippled.
I wanna shout her name and tell her how much I loved her and yes, I still do.
I wanna throw every plate and glass in the kitchen as I scream.
I wanna run as far as I could until I faint to death.
I want to punch the wall until my hands get broken and dysfunctional.
I wanna be somewhere only I know. And maybe this time, I wanna get lost.
I want to disappear, badly; sincerely.
But instead,
I cried.
I cried with all of my might.
I cried until no more teardrops were streaming down my face.
I cried until my pillow got wet enough to squeeze water on it.
I cried until every memory we had passed through my mind.
I cried until I could see no more because of the tears that were blocking my eyes.
Yes, I cried. I did cry. The tears fell with names on it—
regret.
I should have taken you with me.
I should have not hurt you,
And we should have been happy.
Words by: MDMC
Artwork by: white-vanilla.com
#FallinArts should have taken me with you."
As these words slowly entered my ears and as I stared perpendicularly to the wall,
I felt so numb and my heart's been crippled.
I wanna shout her name and tell her how much I loved her and yes, I still do.
I wanna throw every plate and glass in the kitchen as I scream.
I wanna run as far as I could until I faint to death.
I want to punch the wall until my hands get broken and dysfunctional.
I wanna be somewhere only I know. And maybe this time, I wanna get lost.
I want to disappear, badly; sincerely.
But instead,
I cried.
I cried with all of my might.
I cried until no more teardrops were streaming down my face.
I cried until my pillow got wet enough to squeeze water on it.
I cried until every memory we had passed through my mind.
I cried until I could see no more because of the tears that were blocking my eyes.
Yes, I cried. I did cry. The tears fell with names on it—
regret.
I should have taken you with me.
I should have not hurt you,
And we should have been happy.
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