sometimes you're meant to meet them and not to be, maybe because you don't know what you want and you deserve better, yet the hole dug in there would never be filled by someone else

you would not be able to forget someone after weaving strings of memories with them, that starts from your eyes and connects to your heart...

Please let me live in peace
When I die, I die alone
But while I live, I wanna do what I love
But no more
My sounds are suppressed
I am not heard, just left to be done
I am not a doll, you can't control me
But you will, because who cares
Even after I'm alive, I'm dead
What else does it feel like
One thing-
NOTHING

What if all our thoughts
Hiding away in our head
Not being anymore there
Were told out loud, were said