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It is eating at me every minute and second of the day, how do I cope with the horrible effects and make it go away? I feel so tired and run down and I don't sleep, I lie in bed at night and wonder why it runs so deep. Everyone asks why do you look so sad, do I tell them? not at all. Does everyone notice how I walk around in a daze, and that I have deep black bags under my eyes nowadays. I wake up every morning feeling so hopeless, like nothing ever goes right and wondering why my life has to be such a mess.That is my one worst enemy, it’s taken over my mind and my whole life in every single degree.
I tell myself that everything's going to be ok, that there is no reason for all this pain. The time it took to change, the time it took to see all those mistakes.The mistakes I made have not been forgotten. The tears I shed, the sounds I made, the feelings that left me feeling in a different way. Yet I can't see why these tears feel so unreal. I'm not the same, my words are unsaid. What I hide, is buried deep inside. To know, to love, to breathe. It hurts to know that I'll never be the girl I used to be. The one that would always laugh, the one that you knew would always be strong. The one that could make you laugh till your stomach hurts.What happened to that girl? I'm no longer me, the mistakes changed me, but did they change her? If only I would know.The feeling is real, the truth is sealed. I cry in the dark,hoping that thing would go the other way round,instead.
wont be updating for the time being.
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