lundi, octobre 17, 2005
but i cannot say something wrong. but i cannot find something to say. but i have to say something.
this is not for you. nor you, nor you. for no one, to no one. no, not you still.
for i who is giving up hope, why come and tell me i am wrong in giving up hope, why tell me that i am still wrong. there are just more wrongs.
don't reply, don't comment, don't say anything. just don't. this is really not for you, not for anyone.
i don't know what to say. i don't know how to say (that i cannot say). i don't know if i should say anything. i don't know if i should try to say. but the silence and waiting signifies that i should say something, that i need to say something, that i have to say something.
but i cannot say something wrong. but i cannot find something to say. but i have to say something.
this is not for you. nor you, nor you. for no one, to no one. no, not you still.
for i who is giving up hope, why come and tell me i am wrong in giving up hope, why tell me that i am still wrong. there are just more wrongs.
don't reply, don't comment, don't say anything. just don't. this is really not for you, not for anyone.
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