silent regrets, with apologies.
Pages that need to be ripped and thrown away. Things that need a serious, single thought and more importantly, the need to be forgotten, so that they don't linger, like a translucent shadow.
Disappointment, that sinks into the eyes, leaving them grim and dull. Diffusing into the pore of the skin, marking distinct black bags, an exact imitation to the ones you get due to lack of sleep.
His eyes, i imagine. The soft area under the eyes, wrinkled, dark, similar to black. After sometime, you do forget. Forgotten.
Before, you know it, your going through a suitcase that has all your documents, reminiscing. Pondering over what ahd happened. Although, laughing in retrospect is not a crime. No doubt, time makes the 100 ton stone on your heart, when you first see it, to now a less weight of maybe 50 tons. Yet, your head aches with questions. Eternal regret.
If i have the urge to cry, let me.
If i want to give myself a million gashes for who i have become, don't question my doings.
For hurting, dad and mom, my parents for being an awful child. For being an unhelpful sister. For being, a friend whose never there. For not having to comprehend being just friends, then. For not being normal.
Just let me.
I don't Know.
I am sorry.
Disappointment, that sinks into the eyes, leaving them grim and dull. Diffusing into the pore of the skin, marking distinct black bags, an exact imitation to the ones you get due to lack of sleep.
His eyes, i imagine. The soft area under the eyes, wrinkled, dark, similar to black. After sometime, you do forget. Forgotten.
Before, you know it, your going through a suitcase that has all your documents, reminiscing. Pondering over what ahd happened. Although, laughing in retrospect is not a crime. No doubt, time makes the 100 ton stone on your heart, when you first see it, to now a less weight of maybe 50 tons. Yet, your head aches with questions. Eternal regret.
If i have the urge to cry, let me.
If i want to give myself a million gashes for who i have become, don't question my doings.
For hurting, dad and mom, my parents for being an awful child. For being an unhelpful sister. For being, a friend whose never there. For not having to comprehend being just friends, then. For not being normal.
Just let me.
I don't Know.
I am sorry.
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