The more I hope, the more I end up hurt. the hope I hold onto is fragile.
I have been unable to fall asleep lately, my mind starts to race the second the lights are off, always about Monique, the good, the bad, the horrible, the super amazing once in a life time moments. All of them. Ive been trying to get to know the person I am now, but we don't seem to be connecting. I don't think I can spend the rest of my life living in days that only exist in my mind, but If I could I would. I know I need to try and establish myself in reality sometime soon, get a job, a bank account, maybe even learn to drive. The past five years of my life I have been knocked down so much I don't know up from down sometimes. I'm just constantly grasping at anything to keep from falling again.
I can succumb to all the tragedy in my life, or I can overcome it, and do something amazing with myself. This is the constant battle I'm fighting. I see that light, I'm just afraid soon I will turn a corner and be left in the dark again.
....I just want to make her proud.
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