i left her in hope to become a better person.
because she was toxic and her hobby was to strangle me,
and she whispered me a string of disastrous talks.
she kept me in my bedroom, tied me with rusty metals that i could smell my bleeding wrists,
she screams to me every night on how much she loves stabbing me in the chest.

i left her to become a better person,
i said i left, but really i ran away.
i threw away our memories that seems to be nothing but full of tears,
i start anew and tried to ****** happiness by giving him smiles and laughs.
i spend my weekend and evenings with happiness, so i could forget my ex lover named sadness.

even so,
every ceiling i looked up to remind me so much of the endless hugs sadness gave me
every floors i stepped on remind me of the time sadness dragged me away everytime i walk,
every place i was at reminds me of the way she held my hand tight, so tight that i was full of bruises.
while im chasing on happiness, which was still far away from me,
i miss sadness, who was always there for me.

i miss my ex lover, and her name is sadness.
but i think she will come back to me again soon, i’m sure.