It really is tough; this whole situation is. I’m not weak, nor do I want to
be perceived as such.
But what’s happening is a bit much. I’m at work, no idea what to do and each thought can’t be acted upon.
I need to study again, live again, love again. I want to be alone yet surrounded by kind people. Don’t get me wrong, I love this city. Maybe it’s the lack of money and because I live extravagantly, maybe I should work on that a bit. I don’t regret meeting the people I’ve met; I’m actually grateful, for they made me realize, I’m never complete.
Is it a chemical balance I’m experiencing again? Am I ever gonna heal? Am I ever gonna be accepted, not just in love, but in every other aspect? Am I that bad? Am I beyond repair? Maybe I’m smart enough to ask these questions. Maybe I’m pathetic, too. I’m writing to the void because I have nobody to talk to.
And, I know for a fact that soon enough I won’t be able to take it. Just then, will I cease to exist, literally. I might have hurt some people, but do I deserve it? My words are weak and vapid, but they have been burning down my soul for so long I don’t think I will ever recover. I had so much to give yet none had the will to receive my tainted love.
But what’s happening is a bit much. I’m at work, no idea what to do and each thought can’t be acted upon.
I need to study again, live again, love again. I want to be alone yet surrounded by kind people. Don’t get me wrong, I love this city. Maybe it’s the lack of money and because I live extravagantly, maybe I should work on that a bit. I don’t regret meeting the people I’ve met; I’m actually grateful, for they made me realize, I’m never complete.
Is it a chemical balance I’m experiencing again? Am I ever gonna heal? Am I ever gonna be accepted, not just in love, but in every other aspect? Am I that bad? Am I beyond repair? Maybe I’m smart enough to ask these questions. Maybe I’m pathetic, too. I’m writing to the void because I have nobody to talk to.
And, I know for a fact that soon enough I won’t be able to take it. Just then, will I cease to exist, literally. I might have hurt some people, but do I deserve it? My words are weak and vapid, but they have been burning down my soul for so long I don’t think I will ever recover. I had so much to give yet none had the will to receive my tainted love.
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