You were just a rope. With an unfinished knot, yet has tied so complex thus completing you just won't work, and untying you will only bring more pain.
You are a flower. full of thorn. Hurting me innocently. Killing me slowly. Enjoying my confusion. Bathing me with hopes in the morning. Draining my soul with the feeling of worthlessness in the night.
You are the melody. The sad song. That plays the line "one day you screaming...
