Those are what flood my mind.
I stare at this bottle and all I want is a sip, a taste, to forget the pain again.
I clench my fists and all I want is the pain, a punch, to get rid of these thoughts.
I don't know why I have such a loathing for myself,
Or rather, I don't know what part of me has a loathing for myself.
I think it's because of all the people I want to save, of all those I want to protect, I can't save or protect her.
There's the part of her that I love, but...
There's also the part of her that I'm almost repelled by: the immature,sex driven, attention yearning person.
I know she's the way she is because of her past but, I just.. wish the past could disappear, and a clean slate could be started. I believe it's possible, but it's not me who has to move on, it's her..
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