. . .

sometimes i'm like transparent.

sometimes i don't feel there's a need to.

sometimes there's so many "whys" i have questioned myself.

sometimes i'm not interested.

sometimes it's disappointing.

sometimes it hurts.

sometimes i feel like i don't matter at all.

sometimes i really do wonder....

that i'm better off alone.

why must it be always like that when it's time for it.

have you ever wonder what made me this way?

have you really try hard to understand?

was it something you miss out?

you never knew anything.

not because i didn't tell you anything.

if ever there's a chance...

it shouldn't happen from the start.