• You don't touch, what you don't see.
    You don't hold, what you don't feel.
    You don't play, what you don't have.
    You don't love, what you don't love.

    It felt like a mistake. I was unconsciously falling.
    Deeper inside until you caught me at the end of the tunnel.
    I realised.
    I realised.
    And I realised.
    A glimpse of two other hands.
    You weren't holding me tight enough.

    The hatred.
    The anger.
    Yet you still don't understand.

    Doesn't it feel like s**t ?
    Quarantined in your own world.
    Being watched by 9 pair of eyes.

    Voices are screaming at you to stop.
    While those voices are echo-ing,
    To another person who was sincerely having your back.

    Now I don't understand,
    I can't seem to get you.
    Like a math question unsolved,
    'z' and 'x' are suddenly involved.

    Someday. We'll see.
    Change. You can. You have the will.
    It's so hard to glance at you anymore.

    And i'm wilted.
    Don't break hearts anymore.
    You betrayed. Someone who cared deeply enough for you.