Obscure

Every thing is dark 

It doesn't matter where you look 

The light doesn't seem to reach you 

In the shadows you remain 

Blind, rejected and excluded

From the world that has condemn you 

Nobody misses you 

Nobody remembers you

Nothing last

Nothing remains, 

Not even a single memory on your behalf 

Every thing was just a game, 

A lie, 

A lie which managed to poison your soul

And so your existence becomes meaningless

Your life seems rather pointless

Sorrow and a broken heart are all that is left

Lonesome and forgotten you've became

At the end, suffering was the only goal to pursuit 

at it you did a magnificent work 

But you all should know that you've got some help 

and such credit must be given to you know who

The brightest part of whom you've once been

has managed to fade away 

and so have you 

there might be hope for those who look for you

but they should know,

that only in obscurity you shall be found

What does it mean to know somebody?

Let's face it, this is a really tricky question, isn't it? You may know every single detail about someone and that's knowing someone but what happens when in spite of spending time with that particular person, listening to his/her issues, giving him/her advices, laughing and/or crying together, doing craziness together, sharing your life with that person isn't enough, what's behind that perfect cover? It's not like you think he/she is perfect, no, you know he/she has flaws like all of us and still you open up your heart to them, completely. And it doesn't matter if you do it as a friend or as a lover, at the end of the day and when you least expected something changes. 

Something you never thought possible of occurring, and you wonder whether it is your fault or if there was just all a big lie. You lose faith in the world, in people, in love. Somehow trusting people now becomes unimaginable. How can you trust someone? How? If sooner or later they will just knit a big fat web of lies, of falseness...  And it's not fair, why you? Why?

After all the moments that you share together, after you open up completely to that person, how could all this be possible? why lying for so long? why pretended they love you at the first time? and for a moment you think, how could I've been so naive and believe all that bullshit? 

It doesn't matter, regretting means nothing now, all you can do it's forget and try to move on. You just hope that the next person you meet won't turn out to be like that back-stabber, you just hope that your heart will be ready to love and trust again, because that's what it's suppose to do, to love.

Things do happen for a reason and it might hurts (trust me I know about it) but it's always better to find out the truth, to find out the true character of that person who meant the world to you, it's better to know than being fooled for the rest of your life.