This is some old poem i wrote like a year ago that i found written in paper in the attic full of random stuff,
the time when i bearly started writing //
like you care how i feel..
it's just how it is..
you make this difficult..
even if us love each other..
while the others just watch..
and it just never stops..
pain is just another word for love
notice it and you'll see..
caring is just another word for fake
nobody really needs this..
and how far would you go..
to let this come up..
and as the thoughts just flow..
the bad and good in you..
you think it often well..
it breaks me inside and makes you fall..
..and when you simply rest with this in your head..
you cannot let it go..
the pain is just strong to ignore..
..and how carefuly would you have remembered..
the love..the thought, the memory..
from yesterday and before..
do you think about it?
...
your first love the best..
your first thought the worst..
will you regret ever turning back?..
or just forget this ever happened..
and even if you start new..you won't simply forget..
this simple regret..
you think it's easy..when you notice it won't be..
now how can you care..
when the other person you need, isn't me..
have you asked yourself..
can i be myself?..
a fake..another..
relate yourself to someone..
a better or worse..
now think..
are you afraid to be yourself?
