Unlived

I want to believe
it's not happening to me

But it's true

When's the last you forgot
To smile at me?

When's the last you chose to
Ignore my pain filled eyes?

Since when have you asked me
to be strong,to paste a laugh
cut the emotional crap
and do my own things..

And when did your freedom looked
different from mine?

Which was the night
I cried myself to sleep

The morning when i chose to
Act as if nothing has happened

It was then,you stopped loving me and
Began to accommodate my life

And my soul lost another moonbeam.

Now,I want to believe
It was all a dream

No,I have woken up
And it's still not going away.