As the memories come and go, she took another pill to swallow.

It wasn't like this before. It wasn't suppose to end this way.

She, the victim, felt so much pain.

To the point where it seems like she has no other option then to disappear into thin air. Or in other words, to die.

Whereas he, the liar, worst of them all, is happy and living the life.

She is slowly dying. And he, is getting ready to propose to his girlfriend.

When we first met, I warned him I'm a girl full of flaws.

I warned him that I'm very insecure.

But he says he wouldn't care.
He say he was different from everyone else.
He say he would stay with me no matter what.

He say he will listen to me even when he is busy.

He say that he will always make me laugh and smile.

          but why am I crying. All he did was bring tears and pain

He say that I was special-- one of a kind. He say that he loved me.

          then why is he in the arm of another woman

All the lies he told me, I actually believed them all.

I trusted him.

At first, I was so happy. Even thrilled to be exact.
 That someone would actually know I exist. That someone for once would listen to me.

That someone can actually take interest in a girl like me.
 

But now, all I ever wish for, is that I've never met him.
To never felt an attachments.
To never cared for anything.
I was doing so well distancing myself from others. I was doing so well.

Tears trickle down my cheek and onto the cold concrete floor.

Why did I let him in? In the wall that I built so high up.