I thought I would, but it’s like you’ll some or the other day lose someone you can’t live without, and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved.
They live forever in your heart because everywhere else they’re with anyone but you. You come across the feeling where you can neither forgive nor forget them. It’s like having a broken or ruptured body part, say leg, that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold and you have no option but to dance with the limp.
I’ve now accepted this life with a cold blooded living where people won’t give a damn because they’d feel that you don’t possess a mere damn to provide them. Though in actual, you remember each and everyone responsible and watch those memories everyday that makes you cry and crave like a baby who’s been left out alone on a ‘hot n burning’ sunny day without any cover to protect him from the sunlight that’s been falling directly over his already burning skin.
I do care, but you’ll not be aware.
I won’t fear, but’ll drop a tear.
When the sun rests down and the moon’ll come up,
I’ll hold it dear, with a pain, that’s shear.