You hurt me and you know it. I watch you walk,talk and behave as though nothing has ever happened. You make it seem like it was nothing wrong. What you did was completely justified. So now I stand at what seems to me a cross road. Million of thoughts running through my brain most of them telling me to let go and forgive, but there is that voice,burnt and carved some place deep within my scalp. A voice of an unknown source; and I hate it!
Even though the sight of you sickens me, the idea or even the thought of you being in the same room as me persuades me to stab you,I hold back. Think of tomorrow, take one last look and move on.
I dare and dream of better days to come. But do these so called "better days" actually exist? Does being strong and keep trying pay off in the end? maybe its just for the hopeless/blissful mortals thinking that perhaps their lives have a meaning and someday someone will notice them and their potential,that is how they're going to get their big break! No longer will they have to worry.No more shattered dreams,no more heartaches.you are safe from harm and discomfort. But guess what,that only happens when you die and go to heaven and the truth is not all of us are going to end up there!
Get up! face the truth! Dreaming is great but there will come a time when you just have to give it up and move to something else!
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