If I could grow wings, I would fly away. I would run and I would hide, but there isn't any real escape from this pain. This hole that threatens to destroy me. It was then, it is now, and it will forever be. My peace of mind as disapeared, gone with my memories that I long to have. I'm alone in my life. I have no one to turn to. I have no one to listen to me. I have no one to love or to love me. It's as if I am broken, like each bone I have has shattered, leaving me motionless and scarred. You could tell me I'll heal, but I'm not a fool to life. Pain is permanent, life is permanent, this hole is permanent...I am permanent.
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