The Scientist

To whom it may concern: There are things best left unsaid. But even said or unsaid, I can only watch silently and drown them. Nobody said it was easy, no one ever said it would be this hard. I wish I can punctuate my sentences with "If", but that would be futile because you would not stop or listen. Running in circles, chasing tails. Seems like you have moved on. Everyone assumes its alright, its fine. Its not. I wish I was stronger and I secretly wish you'll take me back to the start. Though I know letting go was the best thing to do.