Days all
sift into one, and I can't seem to find any meaning in it
anymore. I'm awake
all night searching my heart for something more, trying to forget all the waste
that I have in my past. Memories
haunt me as every detail drifts into my mind unwelcomed bringing
up emotions I can't
control.
I’ve now come to realise that the only way to
get closure is to see the situation exactly as it is, and not try to comfort myself
with a front.
The truth hurts
sometimes – no
doubt. But isn't living in pretense worse? Trying to placate myself only for the time being by spinning
stories about
the reasons things happened, or why people feel a certain way won’t really help
me let go. I just have to accept it the way that it is.
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