We are getting hurt,
We get changed,
Laugh shorter,
Speak less,
And stop caring.
They never notice our silence,
They never notice that our actions and wounds are caused by untold words.
Finally their hearts get colder,
They Leave us,
Thinking we don’t love them.
In the end we are left,
Withworld of loneliness,
burden of sorrows,
Feeling which crossed the boundaries of madness,
And Yes, we are left with thousands of questions having no answers.
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