There I sat on the saits waiting for the right time to scream, people were watching me like I was a breathtaking movie scene. I hated the love you gave me and here I sat silently: Within I was scattered like a broken glass and sadly even you would not fix me. I am playing this broken cry of mine with joy. I am playing these empty notes, Waiting for you to come and pick me up.
It's late at night, no one's around. I see no one coming close to me, no familiar face would stare at me and I could only hope to be rescued. I sat there shedding tears. You left me in hopes of you coming to back to me. Like ice, I was cold, shivering with each breath. I enjoyed the cold, but you did put some restrictions on it as well. Now you left me in the forbidden phase; I am unable to say no.
It's raining now. No umbrella above me, I don't depend on you. But you have made me crippled to beg you and I was alright But you could not watch it. You made me so miserable that I loath myself. I hate to admit it but I guess I'll be freezing in this beloved cold. My finger tips are frostbitten but I will still play these empty notes.
I am freezing now. It's so cold to bear and there I see you, pretending to run towards me like you truly cared for me. And there you are putting your arms around me which were filled with warmth. But I seem to despise it. I hate you so much that even your touch burns my skin. My eyes have became heavy enough to never open again.
