They find better people,
and I become distant and forgotten.

I* wept,
till my eyes were dry,
and I could feel no more.

In a statment of ,
complete numbness,
I layed in bed,
in hours,
for days,
s a d.

I wiped,
away the tears.
And my feelings ,
wouldn't stop ,
reminding me.
And those memories,
wouldn't stop,
chasing me.
And I couldn't just,
let go.

someday I’ll get over with this pain.
                   no more tears.
            no more sleepless nights.
     no more clouded thoughts.
someday I’ll get over you.
          I’ll be prettier then.
   bright smile, beautiful eyes.
           better hairdo. better me.
and I’ll walk right in front of you.
              with my best face
      and stilettos on.

tired of trying,
trying to be a better me,
trying to be someone I’m not,
wanting to be accepted.
craving for sense of belongingness.
always feeling empty.
there’s always a hole in me.
a lost identity for the society.
ain’t asking for much,
I don’t really want attention.
just wanted to know,
do I really exist?
**or am I just another fiction?