I saw, I heard, I cried.
I felt, I touched, I cried.
I thought, I understood, I cried.
I don't need sympathy.
I stoned, I dreamt, I cried.
Why didn't u wait no more?
Why did u give up easily?
Am I really that cold?
It doesn't matter anymore. Not really that much.
I need time to think.
If one day I ever leave, will there be changes to everything? I doubt so.
I am strong.
Just that I don't believe anymore.

I beg no more.