They did

I'm done trying. 
I tried to make the most of it.
I pulled the sides with my greatest strength.
But they drifted apart as I left them.

I have changed my opinions for dusk.
It's like being tired but, still starting all over again.
Irrelevant; if not gone through the feeling of betrayal.
Pathetic; 'cause that's all I've been going through lately.

There are these stories of affliction behind that every rare moment when I had been bold.
Sometimes I'm just scared or sad or numb. Why? - I don't know.
Staggering and screwed, somehow I gathered the guts to climb the peak.
And yet again a thought struck my head about what if I trip off the pedestal I would reach.

They throw the promise word all over the place as if they really abide it.
If I ever disentangle I'll spit the facts that had been biting, 
me ever since I sustained their trust because it's been just the worst of me than ever.
They did the most unsavoury things and I'm the one who remembers.

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