No arguments, no fight No warning, no signs not even a farewell note It was the end of our unrealistic Story. We realised this so late. I walked away leaving No trace. I wish you don't find me again. Because, you see, We were never meant to be!
When you cannot disclose what hell you are going through. While you don't want to give up on the thing that's been killing you. You want to feel every ounce of that agony and all the while you pray that the intensity of ache don't make your heart numb. 'Cause, despite all that you wanna live.