Pouring out. The guilt that fills me once you start bragging, made me so hurt inside. Whatever's left of me is still holding on, in order to move on in this life that's full of ... things. Things i don't want to share because i can't. Things i don't want to tell, because its dreadful. Things, i keep to myself. I don't have a way to resolve, like i said, esoteric, explains me. What is there to know more? Nobody, nobody in this place understand a shit about me. Do you? Oh, you tried, but do you get any progress? Life's like this, when you get it, you get it all, but when you don't, it seems to be full of misery. Everything has a life of its own. Whether you realise it or not. Those days i used to smile, are no more than plastic. Oh how i wish i was. How i wish i was there to really be joyous and spending ever minute fruitfully. But all seems to end so soon. Too soon, till i can only reminisce. What's there to crave for when you want it to end so badly, even if you show so much love? What's there to continue if love's there, but the focus isn't. I can't, really, i can't take it. Nevertheless i tried and tried , but nobody sees it. Things seems so easy to them and bam ! I got over it. It took so much more to handle guilt, and love at the same time. I'm sorry, should i?
Written with love; 8:31 pm
