Tuesday, September 22, 2009
You never undersood me..... Never will....
Looking back on the shortest friendship I ever had,
I cannot help but feel hopeless and sad.
Truly wishing we could have made it work.
The whole thing left me feeling like a jerk.
The picture you have of me, not corrected.
You turned away, left me feeling neglected.
I didn't get a chance to say what I feel inside.
Not the kind to dwell on self pity or the need to hide.
Unable to reach you, you went to where you feel safe,
The things you told me, I will take them to my grave,
along with so many other life ' s stories I carry with me
Hoping one day you will change your mind, friends is what I want to be.
Sorry for being imperfect, I know you are lonely and so am I
but pushing is not my style, so I guess this means you made me call it a good BYE.
To the person who could have been my best friend for life.
Who could have saved me from the edge of the knife.....
To the person who liked Ice.
Who made me anything but Wise.
To the person who tried less than a few times.
Who explained sometimes, each in a Lie.
Who made me ask "Why me?".... WHY?
To the person who could have helped ME be MYSELF.
Who could have let me be human, instead of a toy on the shelf.....
To the person who played with my life, like a game of chess.
Who could have actually saved me from all this mess.....
To the person who never understood me.
Who will never understand me.
To the person who once ignored.
Who toyed with my emotions whenever bored......
NEVER come back into my life, for the trust now is nothing but a heap of rust.
I held our friendship close to my heart, you now leave me torn apart.
I don't wish for a time machine, cos all that happened taught me a lesson a million books couldn't have.
You could have sacrificed a little from your selfishness, a little from your desires, a little from your wants, and we still could have been friends belonging to the best league.
It hurts when I look back at the past and find my sacrifice all in vain.
Our relation is now, nothing but memories flushed down the drain.
I can curse, but that's not me. That' s not the person you knew. That's not the person you made friends with. That's not the person who loved to live life. Who loved to see smiles. Though the Smiles have vanished, the memory chip in me still hasn't gone to the extent of cursing you.
Take care my friend. All the best with all your future endeavours, challenges and relations. Good bye Champ...
I have for long wanted to share this with someone. To let a little burden off my eyes and my mind. I don't know you, the person who is reading this and you don't know the person I'm writing this for. This was just an attempt to relieve myself at least a little from all the agony........