For years we have been on is this rollercoaster. This way, that way, up then down, good then bad. A very tiresome life indeed.
And through all this time love was the constant. Didn’t matter what life or rather me, dished up, love made you hold on. Love made you have faith. Love made you support. Love made you believe and Love made you forgive.
But I also love. I also love much and deeply.
So when you hurt, I hurt.
And I am the one inflicting or causing the pain (directly or indirectly).
And I have tried over time to not be the antagonist but seem to easily revert to that side of me as soon as I am with my back against the wall. Fearing what will happen this time. how will I mess up this time. Who will I hurt this time.
So tired of dissappointing myself.
I am tired of breaking myself down.
So tired of feeling pain.
So tired of causing pain.
So tired of feeling like I can finally be happy.
Iam tired of seeing pain in your eyes
Unhappiness n your eyes.
But even those words must sound so hollow by now…