A pen and a paper,
I hold to my chest,
I want to write,
I have to write,
I must write something,
but what?

I don't know.
I don't know
If I should write about the pain
you bring to me or something else,
for I am lost,
lost in my head
and lost in the things you do.

Perhaps loving you makes my head go crazy,
Before you came around,
such I would not have waited for an explanation,
for the door would always be open.

But loving you broke me,
and dear I am lost,
and if I continue to stay
I shall never be found
nor find my way out.
I've been told that
writing gives a certain power to a few, the power to erase the reality
and all its memories,

I'm sorry for what I have done,
I'm sorry I had to erase​ you in me.
I'm sorry for everything,
but I need to move on from you,
I want to find my happiness,
I want to be happy and free again as the time before I met you.

Goodbye~


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