Would it be eaiser to let him go?
Would it hurt less from far away?
I think about leaving
But thinking is the only thing I do
Never knew deep friendship would hurt too
He hurts me, unaware, unknowingly
Perhaps it’s the ‘more’ which kills me daily
Sometimes I cry late at night
Thinking about all the things right
Shouldn’t it have been enough?
Everyday I try to be a little more tough
But he has this talent to make it all none
Crumbling me into pieces seen by noone
Don’t blame him for my sufferings
He is not liable for all these happenings
One never falls for someone by choice
It’s only according to the will of joice
He just fell for someone else
I have no more to speak for myself….
3 a.m. thoughts (old collection)