She says she doesn't care,

[But her eyes tell a whole different story]..

i remember those days when, every night i would talk to the stars, pretending it's you.but i wasn't surprise,it would just act like how you do though,far away and never replies to my questions.whats the sense of wishing for something when i always just wish it away?when i turn to the people close to me, they just would say it isn't worth doing all this,that i have to learn to let go,but at the beginning they were the one who told me to go for it. why do people tell you to believe in what you want to but then tell you not to believe in the one true thing you do want to believe in? and to make things worst having friends who do betray you in the end by saying different things on the other side and a different story on the other. where would i actually get to escape all this torture? when i think of slitting my wrist, i just can't seem to find the blade. i just want to end this misery,i can't take it no more. i'm too fragile, i'm too weak for all this. the slightest tears i shed would want me to end my life.i wish the afterlife i don't need to see all this hatred no more. i hope the afterlife i'll live would be a better place where people do know to respect, to love, to care, to be there when you really need them.i just can wish. *sighhh* sometimes i ask myself, why did i even cry for you, it's not like you ever cared my existence. i cried for the time that you were almost mine, but i know i never had you. i cry for the memories i've left behind, i cry for the pain,the lost, the old and the new, i cry for the times i really thought i had you, but you just slipped away, without turning and looking back at me. The bitterest tears i shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.

"For now time has now forgotten us,

Yet our memory lingers, and love remembers

This person writing this was once called yours."

the forgotten