It's not fair, is it?
It's one of the days where I'm consumed by the thought of you and everything. It's like I never healed. It's one of the days where the thought of you makes me want to kill myself. The pain isn't there but a hundred of questions are. It's not fair.
You seem okay and really doing fine with everything that happened while here I am, a decade later, still trying to grasp the edges. I'm still trying to breathe from the last time you have drowned me. It's not fair.
You come and go. One day, I have completely forgotten about you, and the next day, I'm drowning again. You have moved on with your life and had left me right where you left me a decade ago. It's nor fair.
You say I have to learn to love myself. How could I ever do that when you and everyone after you always do their best to try and kill me and everything that is left behind of me. It's not fair.

















