I thought it was your essence
that inspires me.
Turns out, it is your absence
that makes me scream.
I bleed frustration,
filling up the notebooks.
The silent anger turns me inside out.
I scream in silence
waiting, hating, hurting.
No you cannot blame me
for not trying.
So now, don't you dare now blaming me..
For giving up.
June 22, 2015
Giving Up
© Copyright: Александра Фердман, 2015
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