I promised myself I would never go through that again. That I would burn the bridge and never bring my walls down. Every single time, I tell myself this. And in the end, I’m always hurt once more.
I hate what you’ve done to me.
I’m being haunted by everything I’ve been trying so hard to forget.
The past seems to always find its way back into the palm of my hands, no matter how many times I throw it over my shoulder.
To be honest, my health is the least of my worries. I just really wanna do what I love and dance again. Please.
Giving me more and more reasons to leave.
I speak with a heavy heart and an honest mind when I say, I give up.
All anyone ever wants in life is to be happy. Everyone deserves at least that.
I was always told that people come and go. I understood the basic meaning of it, but it is not until now where I have finally and truly understood. The pain and sorrow, all of the emotions that come with the package has struck me one by one as each person walked into my life, imprinted every memory into my heart, and simply walked right out.
Death has taken too many loved ones in just this course of a year. I have felt the same heartache since the beginning and it just keeps becoming worse. We all have our ways of coping with things, but is that enough? I’m stuck dwelling in the past, longing for things that I know may never happen. I want to ask for your help and guidance, for your love and support, but I know I can’t. Because you are no longer here anymore…