Even till now, I have not gotten over the pain. The wound reopened and fresh blood resurfaced.
How many times should this go on in my life?
Cry for all I may, cos of the pain.
And my reward of the day, is a title "Cry baby again"
"I wont do it again" but worst than "it" happen again
This time, might as well abandon and walk away.
I am always the one, view other's back. The one that is left behind. In the crowd.
No one cares and could be bothered
For I am that extra being on earth, the forgotten child.
The forgotten child, the forgotten being, the extra one left on earth.
Who really cares? Who really need my existence?
Why am I still here?
Everyone only cares about themselves, and forgotten that they are not talking to just any body else.
Maybe I think too highly of myself, I am just one of the any body else.
Am only allow to bow my head, lowly, never to see the sun ray.
Its a shame.
Shame.
But no one will care, forget what I say.
