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Mika Jan 2015
One day,
You won't hear from me.
I won't say hello.
I won't say goodbye.

On that day,
I'll look at you.
and I'll look away.

My hands will slip from yours.
and on that day, I'll hope.
I'll hope that you'll grab my wrist,
Pull me up,
&
save me.
Mika Jan 2015
The wall I've built stands high and tall.
I don't know what to do.
Either I climb to the top,
or wait for it to fall.

Others try to save me.
But ends with failure. No success.
They walk away and never try again.
Their hope was high, but now it's less.

This wall shows no mercy.
It grins at me as I sleep.
Standing over my body
as it watches me weep.

I cry to myself again today.
Why did I build such a thing?
Why shut people out?
Why push them away?

Here I am face to face with this wall.
Staying put, can never run.
To see myself and all the mistakes
that I have ever done.
Mika Jan 2015
Hurt.
Hurt because of you.
Hurt because of them.


Can't I simply just throw everything away?
As if it was never there- never here.
The very thought of trashing it all...
All including myself.

Why even bother when you were never there?
or when they were never here?
Then there would be a day where the both of you stop and ask,

Hey, what's wrong?

What's wrong?
I am hurt.
Hurt because of you.
Hurt because of them.

— The End —