I still remember every word you said ,
I still remember everything you did,
but I don't recall you asking me: "What's wrong?"
A question that I last night terribly longed.
I wanted you to be there for me,
alas, you were not interested to free,
this poor soul of its sadness,
but you added to it anger and madness..
I really was completely stupid,
thinking you were interested in what happened.
You stabbed me mercilessly,
you treated my wounds carelessly.
I hate to tell you that, I felt like a doormat,
it's strange how you made me feel,
not able to shed a single tear,
while the pain was too severe,
and your "not interested" all I can hear.
You left me to the gloomy darkness,
you left me to the dreadful blankness.
I cried and cried silently,
I breathed violently, alone,
this pain I can't overcome,
I wished for the morning to come,
I thought life will distract me by its worries,
pain, all my day for me carries
I made everyone's day the worst,
when I used to be the best,
I shouted at everyone,
from my anger I spared none,
I saw the sadness in their eyes,
they held my actions in despise,
they wished I wasn't there,
they hate me when I don't care,
It wasn't in my hands,
your " not interested" stands,
between me and everything,
whenever I do something it rings.
I felt sad and shattered,
nothing in this life mattered.
You're not interested,
as I've never existed.