kaybetmek

kaybetmekten korkardım hep. küçükken sevdiğim oyuncakları, büyüdükçe sevdiğim insanları hep kaybetmekten korktum. çok insan kaybettim ama farkında olmadan da kayboldum
bence bir kaybolmak asla değil
kaybetmek bir gün bulabilmek demek bana göre, belki kendisini belki daha iyisini ama kaybolmak öyle değil
o yollarda eriyerek tükenmek demek
kaybetmekten korkmayın hiç.

and i keep losing people
as if they werent real
really, what is it
that makes me feel pain
even though i didnt before?
what is "pain"?
what is "me"?
nothing,
just a pessimistic being.
i always talk about my last goodbye
but will i ever say it as last?
keep changing my direction road to the death
while i see hundreds of bad memories.
and... somehow
i just turn back. and feel the pain
what is that all for?
i have nothing else to lose
tell me if i have got any other thing
and i assure you i will vanish them too.
as like the other places i went in.
please
dont meet me.
i dont know how will i die
but dont. just move on,
our small talk is enough for me to suppress all those huge problems.
dont ask why too much, if i dont seem like telling,
dont ask for a relationship, dont ask for close firendship.
just talk to me. ask sometimes...
give the things that i said i dont want.
our small talk is enough for me to calm down the death urge in my heart.

ilk kendinden başla.

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