I know it's cruel
But I kind of hope you're tortured too
I was out on the streets today.
Wandering here and there. I was looking around but i wasn't looking.
I saw a lot of things, but i didn't saw any.
Because the only thing on my mind was you.
That lady on the corner of 20th street, she still remembers us. She was asking me about us. I didn't answer, but my tears did.
She tried to console me, but you know what, I felt the pain got more intense.
I hope that you are also hurting just like I am.
I hope that sleep also leaves you like it has left me
I hope that you also misses me like i do.
I hope you also go crazy like i do.
I hope you are also tortured like i am...
YOU ARE READING
IS IT JUST ME?
Short Story(Completed) Tell me, does your heart stop at the party when my name drops? Like you're stood at the platform when the trains cross Are you hurting, yeah you must be Or is it just me?
