Regardless of what you did to me. You’re still on my mind 24/7. Even though I tried to forget you . You just seem to be attached on my head all the time. It’s just hard for me to do this especially when I’m all alone gathering all my thoughts and memories I have with you. This shitty feeling kind of feeling I have right now. It’s getting worse and worse. I suffer every time I think about you because I know that it’s not the same anymore. You literally just replaced me for someone else and I was just there waiting patiently for your reply. But apparently it all ended just like that. You make me look like a fool and so clueless about what’s happening with you. You just don’t give a shit on anything whether how I feel right now or If I’m doing okay. You just don’t. I’ll spend my nights all alone. Thinking about everything. Reminiscing, laying down and just listen to the songs that reminded me of you.
Do you remember when you were young and completely powerless? And you would scream and cry from the unfairness of it all. Eyes burning, throat sore, face red, fists clenched and a heaving stomach. How your entire being would ache but no matter how much you pleaded nothing would change. How your heart felt inflamed and yet your chest felt entirely empty. Your whole body worn and exhausted, practically a shell. That’s how heartbreak feels.
Replacement for me? Really . You got a replacement for me. It’s just sad, pathetic and you look fcking desperate. You just don’t know how I wanna punch you so bad right now. I’m hurt and pissed at the same time at you. I don’t even know what to do with you anymore. you’re fcking disgusting. All the sweet talks we had that I fall for easily is all lie. I’m just a fool who fall for your sweet words easily. I’m regretting that I met you. I just can’t even talk to you anymore. I can’t even look at your face anymore. I hope you won’t try to talk to me anymore. Just leave me alone..
FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU . FUCK YOU . FUCK YOU . FUCK YOU . FUCK YOU
I see everyone being sad, not literally everyone, but an amount of people would be sad. Then in a couple of weeks, everyone would go back to their normal life. In the next year or so, everyone would forget me. That’s how I picture everyone when I die.
In the beginning, you thought I was amazing, you thought I was something different. But, nowadays, it’s like,
- I’ve gotten less attractive to you.
- I don’t have your attention like I used to.
- You’ve run out of things to say to me.
- I’ve gotten boring to you.
- I’m not as interesting to you as I used to be.
- You’ve gotten used to everything I do.
- Your feelings just aren’t the same.