It was pathetic. Just a day before that, you love me with a passion.
Then what are we now? Friends?
That made my tears flow more freely, because it was just typical of me,
I see the lie as the truth, and the truth as the lie.
I’m blind. Deaf. Even mute probably.
Maybe she’s right. Maybe she’s so wrong. But for now, all I can feel is the bitter hurt and my never-ending tears.