I was stucked on you for almost 2 years,
I fought alone,
Hoping one day it’ll be us again,
I hoped alone.
Do you know how it is hard to beg to God,
To heal me,
To stop the pain,
To escape from you.
Torn between “will I cry or not?”
Because they said “Crying is good for the soul”
But how can?
Every time I try to cry, the pain grows even more.
I was stucked for almost 2 years,
I fought for almost 2 years,
I hoped for almost 2 years,
I loved you for almost 2 years, alone.
And I am tired.
Maybe I was wrong.
Maybe it’s not really us.
Maybe I was just an experience and not your better half.
Maybe it was just me all along.
I thought I’ll love you more again,
But I was tired so,
Never again then.
