The last time you saw me,
Was the last time I pretended I didn't see you.
The last time we met,
Was the last time you chose to let go of tomorrow.
My heartbeats were so fast, I couldn't sustain;
Breath and sweat, I couldn't take a step.
Your eyes met mine, it was pain.
Bet you didn't see my thoughts covered in repp.
Part of me was hoping
For a "Hi?", "Hello", "How are you?"
But I guess you thought it's awkward,
Though you shouldn't had me left.
Part of me he hoped for a chase,
When I passed by, I imagined you'd grab me,
To ask me "Are you alright?"
But you didn't, I guess that was too much.
Days before we met, I told you what I was feeling.
Suffering, guilty, lonely, mad, down.
Every negativities is invading my system.
You did nothing.
I should've known,
That you weren't really interested of helping me...
I should've known,
That you are so interested to let me go and suffer.
I should have let you known,
That the day you chose to ignore me,
And tore me into pieces,
Was the day I considered having no tomorrows in my life.
So thank you,
For convincing me even more,
For not helping me,
Because I don't matter.
In case you'll rewind what happened..."I'm not alright" is my answer.
YOU ARE READING
The Darkness That Conquers Me
PoetrySome people may not understand the content and some may relate. I want people to know that this is common and might eat you alive. They say when you know you're being a victim, seek help. But it's not everytime that people will help people.
