There was a time when she cared
To satisfy any need of yours, she was prepared
You gave her just enough to stay
And stay she did everyday
There was a glimmer of hope that she will receive love back
Every song related back to you, every soundtrack
One day, 3 am at night she laid there
Room dark, status of you being online a glare
She watched it switch offline, realising you never replied
Finally it ******* hit her that to be her lover you were never qualified
Males are only useful if they are fertile
Men are trash was not just a insta post, it became a lifestyle
If liking men was a choice
Trust me when i say i would have yeeted the boys.

Have you found it yet dear?
The happiness you were searching for.
It has been almost 5 years now
5 years since you realised how tough living ... how tough breathing is.
It gets easy at times, for a second you would have found hope.
I know it ... i know it because you would not be reading this if you would have given up.
Are you proud? I am not, because existing shouldnt be an acomplishment. Living is.
I have not lived for a long time, i forgot how it feels.
Maybe you will find it one day till then you shall hope and i shall hope with you.
And when you do i will ask again.
Have you found it yet dear?
The happiness you were searching for.

I have tried to find love this past summer,
Found a couple of talkers no lovers.
I have tried to find love for my loneliness
No one filled up my inner emptiness.
It seemed like everyone had found one for their own
Guess i was left alone to mourn.
Maybe finding love is an idea i should elope
However, i cant seem to lose hope.

I have never liked fictional stories
Their fake and illogical inventories
The possibility of stories never turning into reality
Despite the temporary moments of glee
Eating up children's wild imagination it lives
The pointless hope it gives
I have never liked fictional stories

There was a time where gifts mattered more than time.
There was a time where the number of friends mattered more than the kind.
There was a time where taste mattered more than the fulfillment.
There was a time where grades mattered more than character.
There was a time where looks mattered more than the heart.
There was a time where self mattered more than another.
There was a time where our minds changed and our priorities shifted and that was the time we matured.