This one has long gone.
They got their own life already,
a life which exclude us,
me as one long-time friend-
at least that's what they are to me.
They have their own love life,
which does not concern for me.
They have their close friends,
did not even have time for us.
So long, my friend.
This one has other friends.
I am just one tiny stone to them,
while the others are much bigger.
I am not someone worth for them to talk to about their problem.
I can't find myself to them.
I am just someone who should be closer to them-
literally.
Never mind, then.
This one has their own life.
I don't think they even want me to be there.
When I thought they talk to me,
that's just something worthless to them-
a garbage.
Nah.
I find it funny,
when I think who should I give to,
two.
This one only has negativity in their world.
That I am just someone in the past.
I am just one of the people in their negative world.
Aren't I the same?
Others?
I don't think they like to talk about problems.
We enjoy talking about fun things though,
that's enough,
maybe.
I don't really want to share to them.
Some others?
I'm stopping to include them into my "us".
They didn't even show themselves when it supposed to be the "us" time.
Farewell.
And just when I thought I'm starting to get closer,
"Their someone."
Okay, don't talk to me if I'm not worth enough for a secret or two.
But yes.
I'm just a sensitive person-
friend, to be precised.
I don't really want to blame them.
It is my fault, really.
"See, she's blaming herself!"
Says the person about me, concernly,
some long time ago.
The first line.
I do not know what I want.
This is what people call "ungrateful person".
Indeed.
But let's just make it a session.
A session so I be balanced.
To neutralize my craziness self.
Inner self.
The sound of the fan.
The wind.
The silence.
The darkness.
