Washing it away.
Thinking back, I've made mistakes. And I have to say, I'm honestly proud of those mistakes.
If I hadnt have made them, I wouldnt be the strong person I am now.
To love someone, is to be able to let them go, when it comes to the time.
Can love actually fade? Or is it still there floating in the air over the years?
If you actually say you hate someone, then why cant you stop thinking about them when your head hits the pillow?
So, maybe when you think you hate someone, the truth is you actually love them under all of that pain tucked away under your skin.
Perhaps, our words are the exact razor that cuts into the skin.
Isnt it when we say something, we feel a hint of relief?
Then why dont I feel that way?
If I hadnt have made them, I wouldnt be the strong person I am now.
To love someone, is to be able to let them go, when it comes to the time.
Can love actually fade? Or is it still there floating in the air over the years?
If you actually say you hate someone, then why cant you stop thinking about them when your head hits the pillow?
So, maybe when you think you hate someone, the truth is you actually love them under all of that pain tucked away under your skin.
Perhaps, our words are the exact razor that cuts into the skin.
Isnt it when we say something, we feel a hint of relief?
Then why dont I feel that way?