Initially I said to myself - it was going to be okay. Sometimes all u can do is not not think, not wonder, not imagine, no obsess , not cry ...just breathe and have faith that it will work out for the best .
And then there is this painstaking task of being yourself and being okay , which until then just lived by hopes and good dreams for a beautiful future is shattered in a click of a second. It's like covering your body in some sort of a acidic solution , it burns and exhausts . There will be thickness in those tears, now the flow is often more often.
it's a clean and deep one, millions of droplets of blood flow out and then there is this pain as if millions of needles poked and pulled simultaneously.
Initially it seemed to get over soon, but now it hurts like the creepiest shit.
I guess nothing matters any more, weather u move on or stay, u wake up or not, u wear red white or blue , u are fat or skinny , u cry or not, the skype network stays or not, u go on a holiday or not, u have long hair or not or what college u go to and what subject u study ...just nothing matters.
There's this void now, un-sure & uncertain if it'd like to fill in sometime soon yet it's going to be there.
There are 2 kinds of sorrow, painful and the one that changes u ...I still don't know which one is this. It's the sorting illness which unsettles itself on ur weak body. Something that will just stay numb ...it wont just want to go back to how it was. Trust is what u musn't do and yet I must tell u that u have no right to hurt somebody or dis-honor them- U have to whether u like it or not , respect them and respect what u recieve. Karma bids for it's power- soon it should
I'm too tired now
And then there is this painstaking task of being yourself and being okay , which until then just lived by hopes and good dreams for a beautiful future is shattered in a click of a second. It's like covering your body in some sort of a acidic solution , it burns and exhausts . There will be thickness in those tears, now the flow is often more often.
it's a clean and deep one, millions of droplets of blood flow out and then there is this pain as if millions of needles poked and pulled simultaneously.
Initially it seemed to get over soon, but now it hurts like the creepiest shit.
I guess nothing matters any more, weather u move on or stay, u wake up or not, u wear red white or blue , u are fat or skinny , u cry or not, the skype network stays or not, u go on a holiday or not, u have long hair or not or what college u go to and what subject u study ...just nothing matters.
There's this void now, un-sure & uncertain if it'd like to fill in sometime soon yet it's going to be there.
There are 2 kinds of sorrow, painful and the one that changes u ...I still don't know which one is this. It's the sorting illness which unsettles itself on ur weak body. Something that will just stay numb ...it wont just want to go back to how it was. Trust is what u musn't do and yet I must tell u that u have no right to hurt somebody or dis-honor them- U have to whether u like it or not , respect them and respect what u recieve. Karma bids for it's power- soon it should
I'm too tired now
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