because you are.

you are fucked up.
and thats just how it is.

you ruined it all.

you do know how you fucked up right?
after all these time i am still fucking disturbed.
why? why? whyyyyyy?

killer.

another tough day ended.
in the most harshest moment i thought of you.
but it disappeared in an instant.
you were not there.
you were not there.
you were not there.
YOU WERE NOT THERE!

fucking empty.

you've been with me when i'm in green right from the beginning.
but this time, you're not.

how?

fucking miss you.

listening to mayday songs and kept thinking about you.
thats fucked up.

displeased.

i still speak about you.
despite the shit you gave me.
so there are stories that i still share.
with friends & colleagues.
and they will give me the look.
but memories of you are still within me.
and burying them did not help either...