She brought it back to me, when I saw her brake between my hands like a tender glass. The way I have broke many times before. The way that I only know.
She brought it back to me, and I realized, just a moment ago... that this wish hasn't gone anywhere, even though I have promised. But then again... this promise to myself is worth to brake. It is worth to brake, so I could get free from this inner and endless agony, which seems to grow through time.
Even though it is gone from inside of me, now there is this emptiness, this hole. And the screams hasn't gone anywhere. I do. I do feel lighter and better.
Yet, deep inside...
...we all are still suffering.
She brought it back to me, and I realized, just a moment ago... that this wish hasn't gone anywhere, even though I have promised. But then again... this promise to myself is worth to brake. It is worth to brake, so I could get free from this inner and endless agony, which seems to grow through time.
Even though it is gone from inside of me, now there is this emptiness, this hole. And the screams hasn't gone anywhere. I do. I do feel lighter and better.
Yet, deep inside...
...we all are still suffering.
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