i realise who i knew you were, is actually someone i can never read.
i know what i have been through was just a phony ;but i can't help but entertain the thoughts of you.
each time i touch the documents of you keyed in my brains, i can't stop. i can't stop feeling upset, feeling regret.
i wish i could cry it all out and make myself feel better. but all i feel now is my heart's crying in silence, my tears have dried.
i am drained. i've got over you but am not done with.
i've locked myself in an enclosed space filled with thoughts of you and i won't be able to bring in others till unknown.
you're the priceless piece of art in my gallery but i'm just a priceless piece of art in yours.
tell me, help me, save me.
tell me when is this going to end.
help me end these thoughts of you.
save me from all this agony.
if i ever have a choice, i would choose to have not known you.
if i ever have a chance to choose, i would pick the one to have cherish you, to have embrace the effort you put in to make things better, to have let us get together.
if. all of the ifs. what if the ifs come true?
i pray for your happiness but i hope i'm a part of it.
but reality gave me a tight slap on my face telling me it's all not going to happen.
what happened was a stage play which i got tricked into.
it was all a beautiful phony, a beautiful nightmare, a beautiful yet painful karma.