To something you thought worth
To something you thought worth You wrote the unreplied words You sobbed the unlistened tears You screamed the uncertained fears For being worth was an issue You ended up using a tissue The words remained unattended The tears left unpersuaded The fears stayed uncomforted To something you thought worth Later you saw the tissue with stain You wondered the price you paid for the pain Maybe twas the time you neglected Maybe twas the family you upsetted Maybe twas the you you abandoned The maybes you wondered suddenly snowballed With the ugly emotions your thoughts rolled Justice for the stain was not attainable Blaming yourself seemed to be reasonable To something you thought worth You still thought twas worth The tissue and stain you kept safe In a large embossed box like a lonely grave All the blames for writing too much words All the guilts for having too much tears All the loathes for stressing too much fears And... all the craves for a pathetic attention ...