Unsaid
What I've wanted to say to him.
Hi. How have you been doing? I wonder if you ever think about us. I wonder if it does bother how much you have hurt me. I wonder how you can stand all of this without remorse. P.S. this is not a hate letter, though it may sound bitter yet this is what I thought about suppressing all these times. I've been trying so hard to forget everything but I just can't escape thinking about you always. Hard. I wonder how other people do about moving on with their lives. I wonder how they have overcome moving on from the person that used to be the center of their universe. And I wonder why I am still ambivalent and why I'm still hurting? I should have been numb after everything but why does it still hurt so much? Yah, I know each person has his or her own way of moving on but sometimes, I really wished I had selective amnesia and forget you.
What did I ever do to you to deserve all of this? I didn't hurt you and I did all I can just to make you happy. Why did you have to hurt me so much? I would rather choose you've beaten me to death than by drowning me with all these emotional pain I have been carrying until right now. Hurting. Even if it had been months, remembering all of this and writing this brings these tears in my eyes and this tightness in my heart. Why? Why is it that you've seem more angry and bitter than me, when I have all the right to be angry and have revenge but I won't. Because the fact still remains that I still care for you. I even mention you in my prayers every night.
I wished I forget every little detail, every little memory, every pain but you're still so alive in my head. Please get me out. Please stop haunting me. I should forget about us, all we have had is gone. And here I am drowning in the sea and hurricane of bittersweet memories.
I gave you my heart. I just didn't expected to get it back in pieces and I'm still chained with the thought of you.
More time, and maybe I will forget you.
But thank God, for He was my peace despite all of this brokenness and chaos.
Thank you.
Hi. How have you been doing? I wonder if you ever think about us. I wonder if it does bother how much you have hurt me. I wonder how you can stand all of this without remorse. P.S. this is not a hate letter, though it may sound bitter yet this is what I thought about suppressing all these times. I've been trying so hard to forget everything but I just can't escape thinking about you always. Hard. I wonder how other people do about moving on with their lives. I wonder how they have overcome moving on from the person that used to be the center of their universe. And I wonder why I am still ambivalent and why I'm still hurting? I should have been numb after everything but why does it still hurt so much? Yah, I know each person has his or her own way of moving on but sometimes, I really wished I had selective amnesia and forget you.
What did I ever do to you to deserve all of this? I didn't hurt you and I did all I can just to make you happy. Why did you have to hurt me so much? I would rather choose you've beaten me to death than by drowning me with all these emotional pain I have been carrying until right now. Hurting. Even if it had been months, remembering all of this and writing this brings these tears in my eyes and this tightness in my heart. Why? Why is it that you've seem more angry and bitter than me, when I have all the right to be angry and have revenge but I won't. Because the fact still remains that I still care for you. I even mention you in my prayers every night.
I wished I forget every little detail, every little memory, every pain but you're still so alive in my head. Please get me out. Please stop haunting me. I should forget about us, all we have had is gone. And here I am drowning in the sea and hurricane of bittersweet memories.
I gave you my heart. I just didn't expected to get it back in pieces and I'm still chained with the thought of you.
More time, and maybe I will forget you.
But thank God, for He was my peace despite all of this brokenness and chaos.
Thank you.
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