So desperate
for someone to talk to
to pour these feelings
to pour all these heartaches

So desperate
for someone to listen
to pour my cries

So desprerate..
ending up
with no one

So desperate..
I am alone

No shoulders to lean on
No hand to hold
No arms which would give me strength
No whisper which would tell me it’s alright
No someone who would catch my tears

No one..
but this paper




How dare you ask me
if I care about what you feel

How dare you ask me
such thing

When it was always the first thing I think about
your feelings, others’ feelings

I’m her sponge
I’m your sponge

Don’t you get it
Don’t you know how heavy it is

How dare you

If I might ask
Do yo
ever think
of my feelings?

Just to tell you…

I’m also a sponge of my own
and mine is heavy enough



Do I deserve to be in this kind of situation
Do I deserve to be a piece in your game
Do I deserve you

Do I deserve the pain you’re giving me
Do I deserve the hurt you’re causing me
Do I deserve your heart

Do I deserve any of this

The answer is may be yes
Yes. I deserved all of this
Simply because
My love is better than these things

I love you
I just do
And I bravely know
That I deserved all of these



People are all the same

They’re going to care
They’re going to love you
They’re going to let you believe they do

They’re going to be there
They’re going to give you hope
They’re going to give you false hope

They’re going to understand you
They’re going to listen to you
They’re going to pretend they do

They’re going to fix you
They’re going to break you
They’re going to be the reason you fall apart again

They’re going to leave you
They’re going to hurt you

People… they are all just the same
Each and every one

You Chose


I chose to be there with you
I chose to walk with you
I chose to hold your hand
I chose to hug you

I chose to tell you
I chose to stay
I chose to be there no matter what
I choose those things
for you and me

You chose to do things
And not say things

You chose to give me thank you bouquet
You chose to walk with me
You chose to hold my hand
You chose to hug me

You chose not to tell
You chose not to say
You chose not to talk about it
You choose to be silent
for your own good

I’ve chosen to be with your side
But when she came…
You didn’t choose me
You chose her

Did I choose to be an option?
Did I choose to be a second best?
Did I choose to be hurt?

No.. You’ve chosen to hurt me