On the recent occasion, I heard so much. It triggered memories. It reminded me of the past how I, no, how we all tried our very best to evade, run from it. I won't be the only one to hide from them.
How much more painful can it get? No matter how much you try, it always comes back, and suprisingly, you'll see yourself in other people. How they tried to be who I was before, how they try to convince you they've seen it and done it before. Why? It's me, not you.
How much do you want to say about me to make me regret the things that were done, how much do you want to remind me that all of this that goes on without pause hurts so deep down, each and every passing day is filled with sadness and remorse.
Do I need you to tell me it burns? To remember all of them and have their wounds bleed yet again?
How could you? How can your inhumane mind, your insensitivity decide to hurt me so much? You have become another of the tons who have reminded me over and over. Each person I meet reminds me of everything, how sad it feels to not be able to carry on with a proper life for real.
She still stays fresh in my mind everyday. I can't run from you. I don't even want to. But I just want to run from the thought it could happen again, though I just want to be there again.
I want you back, but you can never be had till all this is over.
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