I killed me
I'm a lost girl stumbled upon a field of wild flowers with esthetic petals and bizarre stems.
It was the scatheless place I'd ever been; a familiar scenery.
Memories flows like river on my head while I crumple my dress's hem.
It was a gloomy Sunday as I wandered the unending field melancholy.
I've been looking for something missing and something that should be found.
As I continued my journey, I heard blithesome laughters.
There she is looking carefree and innocent, the old me; we were once bound.
"You're not happy, you stopped smiling." she said and turned around, gave me a smile that I remember.
"Oh, how I wish I could be just like you again." I whispered.
She frowned, "Your inimical thoughts killed me."
Tears run down my face like rain in my windowpane of what I heard.
I will never be the same; I killed me.