Why won't he write.
It's almost been I year.
I lay in my own teary bed.
I question why I'm here.
He rejected my frail heart.
It was my fault for asking.
but, why does he have to go and cut off all connections.
I left so many messages.
6 until the end of the year.
days and days go by.
Until I question if he even cares.
Does he care that I am living or dead?
Would he mind if I wasn't here.
I feel a shiver down my back from the fear that grew so near.
Why do I still remember his face?
Why can't I forget?
If I told myself he was the past,
why does my soul regret.
I start to panic.
What might have happened?
Did he lose all breath?
Did he decide we weren't still friends?
How could he sink to such low depth?
Was he playing a trick on me?
Playing hot potato with my heart?
Was he just amusing himself, while I start to break apart?
Could it be...?
Could it be...I was the joke right from the start?