It's all my fault. I don't tell people. I don't consult. I don't know how to mend a broken heart. I let it be. I let them heal on their own. I show no effort.
I'm useless and helpless. Everything I imagined us to be shattered to pieces. You won't want me anymore. People change. You will feel like you want to find something that is missing. You wouldn't find it in me. In the end you would choose that person instead of me.
I'm not good enough to be held on.
I might die unmarried. Coz I wish no other than you. And hell, I will never deserve anyone.
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