Cry.

Its burning me..burning every inch of my heart.
The word gone still lingers in my mind...is this true, i ask of myself?
Am i wallowing myself in the world of regrets or am i just missing them?

I am remembered of those memories.
Memories which are now remained as just that.
Those smiles, i could still see.
Only in my mind and dreams.

Those precious gifts still lay beside me.
Those pictures still kept.
Those cards still read.

Them.
They will never leave my heart and soul.
Them, whom i discard.
Due to my own selfishness?
Maybe, no?

I was sincere.
But can sincerity be measured?
Anger. Hate.
Those were emotions.
But they can never defeat words.
Cause words could be as sharp as a knife.
Cutting and slithing your throat.

Red. Blood. Hurt.
Oozing out from the purest skin.
Killing them.
Them, the memories.

Cry.