Caroot Words

There’s a lot on me There will be more on me There’re bunches on me That’s a quite large on me It’s all on me It’s for me I am not running anymore  I am not hiding no more I will not let myself to suffer for more I let go hopes I give people distances I only talk to God It makes me feel better I know I will lose I understand if it called scars And I will survive  For me  Alone  Like i used to No family nearby, no lover to hug, no friends to hold Only me and God It sounds best for me It feels good on me Anggi Zaus, me, my own fans, my own pride, myself  I love you, I will always love you ❤️

There was a time when i sat alone I thought about you and me; us. I loved to be around your arm and companion. I enjoyed the time we spent together, days, weeks and months. You were my best friend and my diary’s partner. I never thought I would lose you, no difference with others. Unfortunately, I lost (again). I was hurting, i spent countless nights to think “what did i do wrong? did i hurt you a lot? did i deserve this?” I waited for you till I understood that you didn’t want me anymore. I thought you would never come back. I was blaming myself, so I keep my distance to people around me. Just in case, I would probably hurt someone again and lose them. I can’t afford to be with anyone if what i see is “lose”.  Then after long story with silent. You’ve found me, the girl in frame. She was thrilled because she thought that she’s invisible all this time. She’s overwhelmed but she keeps thinking a lot.  She loved you so deeply with her heart as her bestie, partner and everything. She scar

“Pagi” sapamu, bagaimana bisa lupa bila sapa renyah itu selalu ada setiap hari. Kemudian dilanjutkan dengan cerita apa yang terjadi hari lalu. Sambil tertawa dan tersenyum bersama adalah hari-hari favoriteku. Tak peduli betapa kantuknya pagi ataupun lelahnya sore, kita selalu menertawakan hal-hal kecil yang membuat bahagia. Aku sangat sadar betapa bahagianya kita. Aku punya banyak teman kamu tahu itu, mungkin tak semua tetapi hampir kebanyakan orang tahu siapa aku. Gadis sombong itu, anak congkang itu, manusia yang jarang tersenyum itu. Yaa, kamu tahu persis bagaimana orang-orang melihatku. Saat bersama kamu tak peduli itu, katamu biar apapun kata mereka kamu akan tetap berada disampingku. Aku percaya janjimu, kala itu.  Aku tak berani menghitung berapa ratus hari kita habiskan dengan tak peduli dengan apa yang akan terjadi didepan mata. Aku juga tak mampu menghitung berapa ratus kali pula kita berbagi makanan yang kita suka. Atau berapa ratus kali kamu dan aku berjalan berdua hanya un