For sometime then,
I felt so neglected,
although my friends were near.

But it wasnt something easy to say
all the worries,
they never clear.

They come and go
and sometimes
I told myself that there was nothing to worry.

But i was lying to myself
and I knew it builds up,
slowly.

Till the day
i had to give in
cos I felt the need to know

And theres nothing
that could have hurt me that much
than to face the real huge blow.

When all the truth's exposed
everything seems really,
really unfair.

I didnt know why
must it happen,
something i couldnt bear.

Was it something,
to bring a change,
or simply just a test?

For its so hard to picky urself up,
from one,
undoubtedly huge mess.

Though i know
its not possible
to simply just forget,

Or to jus take it
as one of the dozen problems
I ever had,

its never something
easy to accept
or to face,

and neither will it be something easy to erase.

but im jus happy that im here
although those memories will always linger near.:)