Are you okay?
Are you sure?
Throw that mask, seriously, are you okay now?
…. No, I’m not. But I’m trying my best to.
What do you feel?
Suffocated. Lost. Tearing between two.
Hardly positioning myself between acceptance and feeling betrayed by two.
Are you hurt?
Do you still need to ask?
If that is so, why forcing yourself hard to accept?
Because that’s nothing I can do to change the facts.
It’s okay to be mad, you know. It’s okay to let it out your chest.
I just …. can’t. Those two are too precious.
Then, what’s keeping you here, still?
… Errr, love? Forgiveness?
Even when you are no longer desired?
If you are no longer wanted, then why should you stay?
*and that’s the question that remains unsolved within.