I hope you’re happy. And I hope you’re satisfied. Because you hurt me. And I hope those moments of pleasure, were worth all my pain. Because at least you’re happy. ‘Cause one of us needs to be. Not wanting to cry, but always doing so. Is taking it’s toll. I hope you feel fine. While I’m in my room crying. Never forgetting this pain. I’ll always have it with me. Too many times this has happened. And I want it to stop. Maybe it’s my fault. Or I’m just not meant to be happy. I just hope you’re fine. Knowing that I’m not.
Imora Thea Mi Savur · Sun Jun 03, 2007 @ 03:47am · 0 Comments |