There are things I want to say to you,
but I'm afraid to say what they are.
Why are things so complicated?
You always make things hard.
There is a part of me,
you will never be able to know.
There are feelings bottled up,
that will hopefully come and go.
You and you alone,
make my life a living hell.
I would only think these things;
never would I tell.
I wish you to understand,
all that I cannot speak.
For I will always be in love with you,
though you've made my heart so weak.
But I won't cry for you any longer.
I will try to get more rest.
Sooner of later, I'll figure out,
all this was for the best.
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