I still follow your news.
I still care and worry as a mother does for her child.
I still carry your burden as if it’s more important than mine.
I want to know you’re okay, you’ll be fine.
I haven’t forgotten.
I can’t. I don’t think I ever will.
How can one forget a part of their soul?
Did I seem strong? I am sorry.
Was I harsh? I never meant to.
And behind that mask I put, I was shattering inside.
Did you not feel it? Was I such a great actress?
Say something. I thought over and over.
Don’t let go. I never wanted to let go.
Did it seem otherwise? I am sorry.
What are you hiding inside?
Your silence kills me.
My silence kills me.
I hate the silence.
Do I look fine?
Cause I am not.
Is there something I can do? Maybe. Maybe not.
I need you.
All I know is that I need you.
Is that why I can’t let go?
Maybe, I don’t want to let go?
Your image haunts me, your words come back to me, and I would die to talk to you another time.
Did you let go?
Have you forgotten?