The one with Why
The things is , I want you to feel the agony of losing me from your life. But instead I am the one who keep compromising my own stand and keep wanting to give you a chance to patch up. Although in reality, you dont want to do so and probably unbothered with whether I am in or out of your life frame. Feeling pathetic , yes I did. Why did I keep busy making efforts and comforts towards those who willingly walking out and letting go? Occasionally I thought, probably they are wishing for my initiative, so put off the pride and handing my hello. To no one surprise I was just tearing the old scar of none other than myself. Again, why? Why the agony is mine and mine alone? Why the memories is so intact only in mine? Why can I forget as easy as you obliterate? Or actually why do you dont want me as much as I wanna keep you?