*_He throws his words like arrows, and they strike me,
And forgets the days when he used to care for me.
Is this the one who yesterday was a home sheltering me?
Or am I the one who gave him all of me?_*
Things that don't arrive when they are meant to, lose their shine and value, even if you long for them dearly ): .
I don't think you really understand me.
I tend to avoid things, and I'm not sociable to protect myself.
I can leave everything behind without hesitation.
People ask me why I am so quiet. They don't know that I am going through the worst phase of my life.🤗
