A Moan of Grieving Heart

I was that an easy sell and it is a shame to admit it to myself. The worst part of this is you know it that much. Just please don't take advantage of it because the transparent shell of mine is so fragile can easily break in a glimpse. This morning when I woke up I saw my watch and I'm getting late in my work. But I am not in the mood and I prefer to be alone in my room. Just light up my room and hear to the music of my Ipod.

This doesn't work anyway because I am in a state of being alone. I'm losing all my control now in thinking of you. I wish I just woke up seeing people in medical uniforms. If this kind of person can take out of my pains by removing my brains to stop thinking of you, my heart to stop hurting in loving you and my eyes: enough in crying knowing that I will end up wounded because of you, I rather be staying in this kind of room where operations done to ease this grief and will just felt all the pain while operating without that anesthesia than of that nuisance I felt in loving you. Lots of sacrifices I have done just for you. With you I have no chance of keeping any secrets and even lost enough security in my own.

But I am in your riptide and can't you see I am inside out. Can you just make my heart warmer by saying that you love me? If you just make me happy I'll be like a shallow creek that gleaming but sad to say for now it will not. Pain, pain, pain- I barely tried to hide it but can't deny it. I think by simply saying that you love me with all or nothing will do. Look I am inside out.