Sometimes it makes me sad,
It makes me sad to know,
How it was just game for one, fun for other, casual behaviour for some,
And how for some I was a person who could just provide someone something,
Sometimes it make me laugh,
Thinking how tried to build myself like a mastermind,
And they all made me fool they were playing with,
They made me sound like a object to use for,
It hurts, I want to curse them but it's like the numbness of years had been engraved within me like I can't even react,
Oh what should I tell you?
That you hurted me?
Would you listen? Or just blame me?
How could I even tell afterall I was the one who was pathological people pleaser?
I was the one who was afraid to loose!
Oh it's so sad and pathetic to think,
But that's how it is,
As if I'm laughing with my sadness.
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Whisper Of A Silent Heart: Loving And Romanticising
Poetry"My love was as cruel as my nightmares, and it was as beautiful as my daydream, which never dare to turn itself into reality, neither did it ever ended like a daydream, the agony kept hanging me like that of half hope, the hope kept hanging me like...
