The Past

Do you ever bring yourself back,
to that cold friday night?
it was our 3rd month,
but my fragile heart died.
i text you, but no reply came,
two hours later, you said your head was pain.
you ate a panadol and you slept.
i didn\'t know a single shit you did the night before.
later, we went out to celebrate our love,
i was so happy, so excited.
i went home,
only to receive an unwated call.
a friend of ours told me,
she saw you with some other girl,
HOLDING HANDS.
right there and then,
i changed my perspective of you,
the trust has been broken,
i was torn.
i dialled your digits,
with shaky voice and tears in my eyes,
i question you about what you\'ve done.
that cold friday night,
you cried over the phone,
telling me it was a big mistake.
i wanted to go,
i had plans to leave.
i stayed up all night,
only to find bloodstained arm.
21 cuts.
right now, only 3 are visible.
the night they told me to find someone else,
was the night i decided to stay with you,
i believe we\'ll pass this phase of life,
i believe we\'ll make it through.
the day you hold her hand was the day i died.
you killed me with your mistake,
you killed me that night.
i kept quiet,
i stay silent.
my heart was broken,
my mind was spinning,
i felt like a whirlpool,
i felt nauseous.
baby, do i get this for loving you?
don\'t do this to me..

my scars reminds me that...
my pain is so real..
it\'s true.