everyday was the same.
The anger I felt was like a prodding pen.
you caused my blood to bitter with the presence of hate.
i hid my tears but to no avail.
in my mind, i know i am screaming.
did my watery eyes give you no hint?
for now, when i am at home,
it means four walls and a lonely bed.
i cried so hard that when i woke up this morning,
my eyes swelled.
whatever happened had took place.
i felt abandoned.
The echoing of past memories are burning and scalding with intensity.
it hurts me badly.