I've walked this familiar road before, how long ago was it before?
The well lid neighborhood, the fallen leaves, and the distance sound of cars.
They work well with headphones in my ear.
How sad a song can be, it's not as sad as having the thought of u in my mind.
Where are you now, I ask myself. It's been 2 long days, and we've already drifted apart.
I'm not letting the worse get into my anatomy. This pain,this loneliness,I can handle it because I've tasted it before. I need to, i will try for now. Let it not be a cycle,but a circle of recovery.
If I could write a song, I would write like the fisherman who lost his family.
Who had his love robbed away from him tragically.
Nothing is as miserable as finding what you don't want to hear.
No matter how hard we cry, it will never bring back the pieces together. Time is what we seek comfort to. Only time can tell how long we have to suffer. The worse part is, it's not guaranteed. The scar, the reason why it's there in the first place, will always serve as a reminder.
The scar remind us that its real.
Bad memories linger around like hungry vultures. Surround us when we're alone, and eat us up again when we feel happiness again. I'm trying to lock it away and never look back. Throw the key into the deepest ocean and never retrieve it. I'm on my way to the ocean. The journey is far when you have to walk alone... but I'll get there.
I'm walking my road of recovery. It takes time, but once I'm there, I hope my rainbow will be waiting. Even if it's a faint one, i will still force a smile.
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