If you ask me, just if you ask me, i would tell you. People always fear  death but often love births. What they really don’t understand is that both mean that something new is about to start, for good or for bad. There’s no way to stop death, that’s what i like about it, it could get to be so sudden and so predictable at the same time. People often also say that i’m cold. I truly don’t see it that way, my perspective of things is just different from theirs, that does not mean that i’m heartless. If you ask me, just if you ask me, i would tell you everything. I’ve come to point where life could be worthless and useless, nothing truly matters, we always attempt to leave, to hurt, to forget the ones that we love the most. We never really think about others, not feelings neither words or consequences. We are meant to forget and be forgotten, we probably will forget the ones we should, and maybe the ones that we are really in love with will forget about us. I’ve felt it, ive that that cold and bittersweet sensation of forgetfulness, i’ve felt how you slowly forget about me. If you ask me, just if you ask me, i would tell you everything, i would tell you how everything happened. If you ask me i would tell you about  worst feeling, the worst thing that i’ve ever felt. I couldn’t do anything about it, because it was what you wanted, and all i ever wanted was you to be happy. I did my best to get you back but you just did not an it. All my love was just not enough to satiate you. Now, i’m just hoping some day you’ll come back, i love you and i need you more than anything, but i know that’s not gonna happen so im forced to be realistic. I’ve been waiting and waiting for you to help me, to hold me, because without you i’m falling apart. You’ve made me become a daydreamer and a nighthinker, you’ve made me become a tea and cigarette addicted, you’ve made me become so many things that i wouldn’t have ever think i could become. The pain, your pain, the pain that you have created inside of me, is stuck between my lungs, is stuck between tears and coffee, lives inside my 3 a.m. thoughts, taking everything that is left inside that reminds me of you. It kills to know that you don’t care, it never mattered to you, when for me, you were my everything, you meant life to me. If you ask me, just if you ask me, i would tell you how much i still love you and miss you…