I wont ever forget when the three of them sent me home. When I said I love being friends with them, I meant it. When I left them behind, I thought I would be fine. But it occured, making me forget how to make friends. The nice side of me turned into a paranoid. I am afraid of being used, left by someone I call friend. I ignored the friendship that other offered. I was outside, but I was trapped a room in the crowded. I was being good at putting fake smile. I felt comfortable being alone with my sad face. I didn't need to say hi and asking others feeling. Greeting someone became a big problem. I found misery in others think were nothing to worry about. I felt uneasy easily.
But every time you hurt me, the less that I cry
And everytime you leave me, the quicker these tears dry
And everytime you walk out, the less I love you
Baby, we dont stand a chance, its sad but its true
(Sam smith - Too Good at Goodbyes)
