Every midnight I used to wake up from a bad dream. Wake up, because I was AFRAID. Afraid that if I don't, it be a reality. A reality, I didn't want to be a part of. But, some bad dreams come true. It hurts when someone leaves you and is gone FOREVER. WORSE, when that some one is very close to you.... That one day, you left us. And every year, on that very 'One- Day', I miss you. I miss you the way you were there for me. I miss you those days when you taught me the important lessons of life. But I hate it when I couldn't properly talk to you. I hate it when I couldn't meet you. I hate it when I couldn't say you the last goodbye. And the last important lesson was 'unsaid' but I do get what you meant : ' Nothing lasts forever '. To:Grandfather From:Anonymous
Why me Zan? Why me? Why am I always on the other end, where you use me to vent out all your anger? Why am I the only one you beat the crap out? Weren't we friends since first grade. Whatever we did that time, we always did it together. Gradually, things changed. And You changed too. 'Changes are for good' I thought. But, you changed to something I never thought. Something my mind couldn't grasp. You were the one whom I trusted with my secrets. But, what I got in return as your payback was your fist. Yes, I was your living walking punching bag. I let you use me as a Rag. Every time. Still holding on to the weak thread of our long gone friendship. Believing, we were still friends. And that you may change and the situation might too. But, nothing changed. NOTHING . Why me Zan? Why me? Why am I...
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