Cleared mind

Today, not the typical day I want to remember.
First, my replied message spoke too clearly that it's over.
Secondly, it's sure that I'm homeless.
She hates me too much. I tried to love back.
Tried too many times, but she'll still hate me.
I want to run away from home, since I'm not invited.
I'll only break this family up, it's better if I left.
Afterall, I'm born to be a loner.

Though there are also some sweet memories left behind today.
At least I knew that there's someone out there.
Yet, I just can't speak about everything.
No matter how much I want to speak about it, I'll start crying.

Someone once told me it's better if I pour out.
But I just don't trust anyone.
I'll continue to bottle up.
Until the day, someone comes with a bottle opener.
But will that day come?