Have you never thought why I leave my things everywhere and forget to bring the right things back for school?
Have you never thought why in the first place, I even bring my things all around?
Have you never thought that you were the one who started it?
I don't mind if you comprehend, if you understand what I feel and what I thought. But you don't, you think I'm impossible, I'm a crazy batch who doesn't care about anything. I'm not, because all you see is a facade that I thought you'd know me enough to break through.
It tears me down to know that you don't care. Those silent tears I cry behind your back, next to you in the passenger's seat, behind you as you walk in front of me and the teardrops that fell on your keyboard as I'm typing this, you never knew whenever I did. Because, you never saw how much I hurt.
And it hurts more when your cold, bare words pricked through my shattering heart as you text with your phone to who we both know is, with words warmer than the fireplace.
I am not a sinner, so I don't know one.
But I know you're stepping deeper and deeper into transforming to one.
Help.
