They gave me a hug and say, "Honey, it's time to move on".
But what they don't understand is the fact that:
I don't care anymore. I've decided to just stop. I don't care to move on anymore. I've lost my faith, and I don't need anyone to make up excuses or stick up for me. It's a choice that I've made... And it's final.
My wishes will never come true.
My expectations for humans are not unkind, they are not much to ask for. I just simply don't understand why they're so hard to fulfill. My wishes don't exist in this lifetime, my prayers will never be answered.
God, if you are listening, will you come and take away my pain? Or better--can you take me away? I'm sorry if I haven't praised you enough; I'm sorry that I am selfish and not understanding. Can you show me the way to happiness, the way I would agree to? Can I have one thing to hold on to that I can call my own for once, without it being taken away... Can have have something for my own in this world?
I know some things will never be the same as it has been...
No smiles and laughs can ever restore what we had. No sorrys or hugs can mend the memories that have been torn into pieces. The shattered pieces are marked with your bloody fingerprints--yours and only yours.
I don't want to try again. I've lost motivation, I've lost the senses to feel, ever again.
I didn't know that was the last I would have ever saw of you.
I didn't expect you to leave me alone, behind. If I knew, I would've held on to that day.
If I knew, instead of a simple, "Okay",
I would have said, "I love you, just in case you never knew... Or if you've never believed me".
Now I can only hope to be with you someday beyond this lifetime. Even then, I think I'll be asking for way too much.
We were never meant to be. I was never meant to be. Why am I here,then? What is my purpose? What do I call me own?
I can't save me. There's nothing left of me to save.