I'm in... an indescribable amount of pain.
I can't think straight. I can't see straight. It hurts to breathe.
My eyes are burning. And my hands are shaking. It feels like someone is squeezing my heart from the inside out, trying to crush it.
I'm not a good soldier.
I'm not a good man.
And I'm not even a good soul.
I have a bad habit of running away from the people who would never dare to harm me. Maybe I want to abandon them before they have the chance to abandon me. Makes sense in my head. Break away and leave with good memories without giving the bad ones even the slightest opportunity to happen.
You'd think that with all the clean breaks and good memories I'd be one happy son of a b***h.
Well. I'm not. I'm miserable.
Thanks for giving me a chance, though. It's a lot more than a lot of other people have given me.
Thank you.
Siempre,
Su Flor.
 Bleeding Apocalypse · Sat Apr 07, 2007 @ 05:39am · 2 Comments |
