When you actually really thought there’s no such thing as Autumn sadness. I never believed when they said that there is. It never caught me as it did now.
What can I say, I’m sad. I am.
I think too much, I analyse every single detail of every sentence you once said to me, of every smile I ever saw on your face. I was so full of hope, now I’m so full of misunderstanding.
What happened? Please tell me.
Was it me?
Was it this never-ending karma? Will it haunt me for the rest of my days?
Everyone deserves to be happy, I was quite sure I finally found my happy in you.
Why would you leave me the way you did?
Why would you stop saying those beautiful words you used to say?
Was it me? Or was it you getting bored?
I finally had the courage to be myself, is that the reason? Were you scared of me showing who I really am?
Whatever the reason was, I’m sad. That’s all. You made me sad, and no one deserves to become sad the way that I did.
Why would you let me suffer after all the times that I made you smile?
About the Creator
Brownie Haze
I have a "Lolita" tattoo on my arm. My coffee is black. My lips are red. My cigarettes are strong. My writing is my art.
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