I’m here again in the need to write; because I feel that only portraying my thoughts, my feelings, my worries, and sorrows, will be the only way to make me feel better; make me move on… I want to know what I want and what I need because YOU left me hanging by the thread of life… I’m in the in-between, I’m in repair, and I can’t seem to find the way to get to the other side…
I thought that if I didn’t see you, didn’t hear you, didn’t let you fuck me up the way you did, I would be able to move. And you’re not here and I can’t get away. And there’s nothing worse you can ever do, so I want to keep blaming you if I mess up, because I wasn’t like this. I was fine. I was good. And you didn’t appreciate me and you keep messing everything up.
Because I had you in my life, my roads are leading to perdition, as well as yours.
I keep getting so mad...
