Thinking back about what they have done together.
The fun and laughters;
The actions used to have;
The never ending chats daily without fail;
And the sharing of everything;
For the past few months,
All seems drifting apart.
Maybe her contributions ain't enough;
Maybe her ways of doing ain't satisfied enough;
Maybe her way of understanding things ain't fast enough;
Till she is suffering now.
And she was thought as by saying the words, she is able to let go everything they shared without weeping and suffering.
She was told that she's being understand by the person, but is that really true?
Then why issit that the person doesn't know exactly wat kinda person she is?
She wonders hardly & miserably.
Her eyes seemed heavy for nights. Droplets fell onto the desk as the tissue's too wet to handle all of them.
This night was worst than the previous one. Terribly.
How she wish she were still a kid.
No sorrows, but joys & laughters.
Letting the adults to handle all the troubles made.
As she has no much energy left to do more things.