Better Bitter Badder

Standing by the window pane, cig at one hand.
My thoughts were in motion.
Ah, another day to live on. And yes, people come and go.
Doesn't really matter when and where, but they do.

Once you have them with you, touching each other's skin.
Laughing, talking, mocking.
Then in one swift hand of God, they're called to come back.
And you would feel like you were hit on your stomach with a bat.
The pain uprising to your chest and tears would flow endlessly from your eyes.
Loss. Lost, Losing.
And then you would tremble, trying to get hold on yourself.
Seemed like your whole world is falling apart, spinning & twirling like you're dancing.
But then it would come to a point where it all stops.
You think. You think. You keep on thinking.
"WHY? WHY? WHY?"

You see things in grey.
You were once so gay, but now so blue.
Things become black and you don't see a twilight to save you.
You criticize yourself. Denying the fact that you're mourning.
Mourning for your loss. Your once happy & carefree memories with them.
Gone, became ashes. Dust particles that float into midair.

oh, yes, it's sad.
Life is sad. And people have stories of their own to tell.
Puff. there goes my last air of smoke.