Chapter 6: Ignored

 Hello,

Today I will be just penning down my random thoughts.


Why I am the only one to feel the pain of ignoring?  Why it is always me? Don't I deserve the happiness of love, cared, given affection. I try to forget my scars but when actions repeat from person I love keeps repeating it, I bleed silently. Why me? I can't say any longer try me, God. I can't. I give up challenging. 

All I wanted was time, money can't buy it. No one can give it you until you want it from person you want from. Complicated yet simple. 

You intoxicate me, just like drugs. I just want you. It's you, I want. I want time from. Without you, I feel useless. You always thought, I might leave you, can you understand depth of my love for you. Call me crazy, but it is true.

Ask me the pain when you don't reply to calls or messages, or call me back. Am I so worthless? Ask me the pain when you believe me, don't trust me. All my life I was back stabbed by so called friends, cheated, used by people when they needed support. Always I was the stepping stone. For once, I wanted you to hold my hand, to climb steps, like you did in Nandi Hills.

I am not leaving you or going away or going to move on from you. Trust me.

Please don't ignore me, because I am not a toxic person. I won't hurt you. Trust me.

Ignorance is not a bliss for the person for the person who gets ignored.


Got to go now. Can't write more. Bye.

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