Suddenly, it's too hard to breathe.

I. I drag myself to do my routine. I feel the best of my years has been eclipsed by the lack of importance I found myself to be bound in. I find my circle of trust skewed, my comfort zone seceding. I feel done. I feel gone.

You. You don't know me. You don't look at me hard enough to realize the real me. You just know that I exist, but you don't bother showing me I do. I'm like a phantom to you, haunting you like a demon. You promised to be with me. But you're not with me. In more ways than one. You only know I exist when you have to pronounce your reasons of why you can't be there for me. You were never there for me. Never...

He. He hasn't come to my life. He's somewhere, still lost. Our paths have not yet crossed. He's been lost for too long now. I wish he could just find me and steal me away. Away from all these miseries. From all the loneliness. He will come... He will come.

We. We? We were never us. I wish I could have us. But there's no magic about us. There's no tingle. Nothing at all. Yes, we can never be us.

You. You again? Enough of you.

They. They were all the things I hoped for. But I don't know if they could ever happen now. I'm imprisoned in this eternal dilemma of uncertainty. I wish I I could have them all. But sadly, I can't have them all. 

It's still hard to breathe...

Too long have I held up all these pains. Too long have I stood up against all these adversities.

And too long have I lost. Too long.