Roll These Windows Down, This Cool Night Air Is Curious. Let The Whole World Look In...
"...Who cares who sees anything?"
So, I now sit here doing one of the worst things a human can do to themselves. I reflect. I am hurt. To the very core of my soul, I am wounded. By someone I trusted. Someone I loved. I am truly speechless at the extent that my heart cries out for this person. When I think about the entire ordeal, I wonder...Is there any feelings of remorse or regret? Does this person feel the same that I used to when I was nothing more than a heartless monster? If so, then why? Why not talk to me about it? If there is anyone in the world that understands that feeling, it is me. Why doesn't she see that? Or, am I just hoping for a spark of life in a dead husk? Did the person that I once loved die a long time ago? Has the monster truly taken over and there is no hope for my dear friend? I really think the lack of answers hurts the most. All I really want is an explanation. Anything that will help me sleep a little better at night in this God forsaken hell hole. Anything but this silence, really. I mourn for my friend. I truly do. I'd give anything in this world to help her. But, sometimes I feel she is truly outside the realm of redemption...
"I'm your passenger..."
So, I now sit here doing one of the worst things a human can do to themselves. I reflect. I am hurt. To the very core of my soul, I am wounded. By someone I trusted. Someone I loved. I am truly speechless at the extent that my heart cries out for this person. When I think about the entire ordeal, I wonder...Is there any feelings of remorse or regret? Does this person feel the same that I used to when I was nothing more than a heartless monster? If so, then why? Why not talk to me about it? If there is anyone in the world that understands that feeling, it is me. Why doesn't she see that? Or, am I just hoping for a spark of life in a dead husk? Did the person that I once loved die a long time ago? Has the monster truly taken over and there is no hope for my dear friend? I really think the lack of answers hurts the most. All I really want is an explanation. Anything that will help me sleep a little better at night in this God forsaken hell hole. Anything but this silence, really. I mourn for my friend. I truly do. I'd give anything in this world to help her. But, sometimes I feel she is truly outside the realm of redemption...
"I'm your passenger..."