Even If I Ever Died.
The pain is engulfing me again, and the tears are starting to rain.
Despite being stronger than ever, it still hurts brutally, however.
I don’t want to think about the words you threw,
But to believe in the faith, I have in you.
I wish you had thrown the excuse at the stress and anger you had,
Instead, the words came, “I knew well, and you shouldn’t care.”
You, too, traveled miles to cover that distance,
To prove your words and make me feel about your existence.
I felt so blessed that I was being understood without uttering a word.
See, fate played again, and I am out of words with words.
I know you have so many responsibilities and a priority list,
And I guess you don’t even consider me at the bottom, or do I ever exist?
I haven’t yet developed the habit of leaving one’s side.
Still, I don’t beg for it even if I ever died.
