I cannot shed a tear tonight.
I cannot waste the last little bit of hope that spoils me.
The thought of sharing that freights me.
To give something to someone that cause the rain.
The feeling of despair, but not seeing the sorrow that hides my pain.
Who are you?
Why do you look at me and hate me from something only your eyes can see.
I cannot understand you.
I have given up trying to.
To think that I ever really tried to.
This door must close.
A new chapter starts.
Misconception 