these are momentary feelings; pieces of my troubled mind; i write what i think, what i think is what i feel, what i feel is what I am and what i am is what i am...... and if only promises could erase the past, I could open my heart enough to take it all back. But Ive been down this road, time and time again. And I've learned the hard way how the story always ends...
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
No one said its going to be easy. But what the hell. The whole thing is run by bullies who knows not but to get people 6 feet under when your already deep down dead. Bullies! I am no perfect but give me the credit I deserve as I didn't just sleep on it. Breathing is different from living. Live and let live. Slaves. We all are. Real world real sucks! Trapped in deep sadness and regrets. And every day this Adda to it. My head just won't stop. On it on it goes. Stop me.