Imagining a day without you fills my eyes with tears. This is ironic for in reality, you're barely even here. You are going back to the strange person I used to know. The exact same person who hurt me not so long time ago. For every excuse, I am hurting. Tell me, am I not worthy? I am always the least among your priorities, committing without really committing. There are so many things I want to say. You're always sleepy and busy so I just have to pretend that I am okay. I don't like this feeling. It is like knowing, without really knowing you. Is this one of the parts I have to accept? or is this good bye yet? I don't know. I am hurting and I am crying and I don't have someone to talk to. I am absorbing everything in and I feel like exploding... exploding into tears. Why did I let this happen? Why did I let any of these happen? I saw this coming.. I really did. :(

Okay, this is not a poem.