What Should I Do?

You accused me of something I did not do!


What did I say?
What did I write?


I have no idea what you are referring to.


Would you let me explain?
It might be some silly books, or some silly songs...


Is that what you really think of me?
After all these years?


Maybe you're better off without me..
And maybe I am better off without you...


But to know that that is how you see me?
It's paralysing.


It really is.


But what hurt most is that you didn't even give me the benefit of doubt.
You didn't ask.
You didn't let me explain.


And, is that how you see me?
You don't think highly  of me, I know.
You never appreciate my opinions, I can see that.


You approached me when you need to use me.
I can feel that you were using me.
I felt that, a lot.


And now I am trash?


It hurts, a lot.


Now, I just want to sleep, forget all this, and never wake up anymore.


As dramatic or exagerating as it sounds, that's how I really feel.




Lost,
Lina.