gone.

the emotions are gone. whats left are the numb memeries i hold on to. everyone knows we cant start anew. but even when i try, i cant start again.

its not that i dont want to. i'd die for the chance. its not a lie, its just that you didnt know it yet. but how come when one mistake can make the world hate you, its the world you hate the most in the moment when no one else believes you.

i was wronged, but you werent. then how come everyone makes it seem like its the other way around. how do you get by with that horrid plastic smile across your face? why is it that you can stare straight at me as though nothing has happened?

and why when both of us are equally helpless, everyone leaves me falling while they help the "victim".