It's midnight and my heart is pounding. I miss you. I need you here next to me. Its pounding because of the pain and sadness it feels. You've left me behind. I am now just another stranger to you. And it hurts the most because i keep holding on to you when you were never even mine to begin with. I was just another face but for some idiotic reason i saw you as more. And i hate it . I hate this. I wish i could say i hate you but why should i? Why should i say i hate you when the reality is that i hate what you made me feel. I hate that i was stupid enough to think anything would evolve and blossom from nothing. But most of all i hate that I'm still here , in this darkness, laid down on my bed. Alone, crying and thinking about you. Thinking that maybe we would see each other soon again and maybe, just maybe, become something. Anything. I wish i could've gone up to you. Talked to you. Or just straight out asked you these questions I've always had...which are now forever unanswered . But im stupid. I start to think and think of all i couldve done but whats the point? Youre gone. I just cant believe i realised that at such a late timing . I couldve realised this before. And ive also came to realise... Who would fall in love with a depressed, suicidal thought filled girl like me?
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The Reality
RandomHere are a couple of paragraphs which describe how i feel. These are my thoughts that often occur at midnight or 3 am. Just because... why not share them..?
