Perhaps it happens to everyone after breakups.. They all find stuff to engulf their lives with. So much that once they've lost themselves in it, they start to feel a different set of emptiness as compared to that of what they'd experience if they hadn't done so.
I've gotten out of that phase.. as in.. busying myself with everything, have you?
I've decided to press stop.. and start doing some soul-searching.. have you?
I read, heard and watched more than enough grievances in this world... have you?
I don't wish to see anymore of this;
I don't wish to fret about this any longer...
If only someone would grant me this tiny slice of warmth...
I wouldn't have ended up in such a state.
Where have all you hidden all those smiles?
Where was I left to rot?
(and why'd I use rot? simple, I'm biodegradable, no? haha.. read between the lines, my friend..)
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Have you forgotten me just as she did?
Do you not remember a thing at all?
Do you wish to commit the same mistake as she did?
Why do all of you resort to escapism?
Why do you not face the music?
Why am I always left to pick up the shattered pieces of relationships?
Why do I even have to do so?
To console all of you?
Or did you think I was trying to gain your sympathy?
I'm doubting everything now... everything.