i feel like as if i'm reading a novel on my own life.
i see events just happen past my eyes.
i see how i rosed, and how i fell.
i see what caused my fall, and how i got up.
this chapter that i'm currently reading;
there's no description of how i got up.
its just how i'm going to fall even harder,
and even more tormenting.
i knew the turning point of everything,
when i said, farewell to indian, and walked away.
i tried so hard to fake a smile.
i tried so hard to reply, i'm alright.
i tried so hard, just to make myself feel better.
its a wonder how one particular digit,
can affect every part of my life.
