Apart

What a historical day, today would be.

A day that I would not forget.

She looked as if she strike the lottery,

I do not dare to look and interpret his feelings.

I guess dark humour isn't funny now.

There would come to a day,

Where the couple argued so much that

Now they wouldn't give a **** to each other anymore.

This is the day.

It is official.

Whatever,

Why should I feel more pain,

When it is not me who is directly going through this,

I am not five, seven or eleven.

I am twenty-one this year.

And my youngest brother is eighteen,

Who wouldn't even give a fuck anyway,

I don't know,

I do not dare to feel,

It's buried within,

I am not suppose to feel,

Because it will be okay,

Everything will be okay.

I swear I will do anything to stop you from getting hurt,

That is the least I can do.