the world still seems the same,and yet different..
the same people seem too loud,
and the jokes i used to laugh at,
seem like noise,
and yet,it is the same hectic evening,
only,i can not concentrate,
i think i am going to be sick.

you told me,
that you are tired,
of everyone being against us,
and so you joining them,
and turning against us too.
that you are killing hope,
trading my life for a lame excuse.

i am a survivor,
and i will survive you too,
but why does chocolate taste like ashes?
and why is the night sky so dark?
why am i not feeling the cold?
i think i am going to be sick.

you say that i do not understand your problems,
that you are too tired to fight anymore,
that you will not talk to me,
because you cannot.
and i know,you are going back to your world,
leaving mine,
i guess it makes no difference that you were my world.

i am fine,i will get over you,
but why do i feel a lump in my throat?
why do my fingers pause while typing?
and why is the monitor getting blurred suddenly?
i look at my watch…it has gone slow.
and something in my head is hurting,
i guess i will take a painkiller.

life has become too slow…
and i think i am going to be sick.
but it doesnt matter anymore.
nothing matters anymore.
and yes..i know now..
a few words can change your life.

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