4th august 2008
i feel single.
i am always here available for you,
keeping myself shut throughout the times when you are busy,
although it is tormenting hard deep inside.
and what i get is sometimes equivalent to less than an hour of your time.
and sometimes a day after eight days.
why do you do this to me,
when i have always given you all you ever wanted.
the shame for your own doings,
the prices i paid myself for us,
i don't even rely on you when i am upset.
the cries for your negligence,
do you think i want to listen you saying,
"you deserve a better person."
when what i hope for, is you.
and how much does it cost to show me a little love i deserve.
when all you do is complain.
understand my pain.
it hurts.
it is wrenching painful.



