I was so weary,
So sad that I can't talk.
I won't talk.
I will just let this fall,
And wet then dried.

I will let them pour,
Instead of keeping another liter.
Wait, am I alone?
They must pour but,
Only if I'm alone.

If one saw them pour,
That one is worthy.
One won't see it if they're not.
Or maybe the dam was full,
And the operator let go.

I was so weary,
That my eyes blurried.
I won't talk,
Then I would walk,
Together with them.

Words.
Unspoken.
Shouts.
Head.

Why do people come,
To make me laugh?
To know me?
To befriend me?
To love me?

Why do people come and go?

To make me laugh,
Then make me cry?

To know me,
Then criticize me?

To befriend me,
Then never trust me?

To love me,
Then I'll love you,
Then we'll be happy,
Then leave me,
Then forget me?

Why a blank stare?
Why just a blank stare?
Why be the hardest blank to fill?
What does it supposed to mean?
I guess I'll just stare at you,
Blankly.

You killed me,
With wounding words,
Deeply pressed on my chest,
Piercing the treasure,
That treasure we used to share.
That treasure that you stole,
You, heartless murderer!

You left me with open wounds,
With poignant scars of you.
Just staring at me,
With much hatred,
You left me dead.

Alone.
Hopeless.
Sad.
Gloomy.
Dark.
Dead.

Curse you my murderer!
My ever loving murderer...