I respect your honesty. Its been a week. You’ve been in the psych ward. I’ve been going crazy in my own life with no one to talk to. No one to joke with. You’re not here. And you don’t want me. With me becoming everything you want, and you still don’t want me. I respect your honesty. I’m sure that girl in the psych ward is pretty. I’m sure you guys have a lot in common. You’re going to pursue her after you guys get out. Did you need to tell me that? Did you tell me you still wanna be friends, start liking someone else mutually and expect me to continue to love you? Did exaggerating yourself and victimizing yourself make her feel for you? You really think a crazy girl is gonna make you happier than how I worship you? Why do I have to go through this. Why am I so accepting.
I tried so hard. I forgot who I was. I didnt mind. I loved you. I lost you. Have you never been so loved by anyone? Did the sands of time contain your heart in a place where you couldnt reach it? Am I the catalyst, am I the teacher? Will you finally know love? Will I gain from what I learn and remember who I am again? Or do I continue living as a ghost in a rainbow world.