Circles.
When something goes wrong, I act suprised. Why? Apart of me, the one I loathe and at the same time, need to respect and seek counsel from; the thing that tells me when the one thing that I care and cherish will not last. When that hated thought becomes reality, an expression of shock, utter confusion and absolute pain, covers my face.
But somewhere inside, I knew it was going to happen.
Or is it? What if I fought just a little harder, would it come to this?
But I can't. The one I care for, one I'd do anything for, though it breaks my heart, moreso then I'd every thought it would, is better off without me.
Besides, they, and I cannot blame them, wants this; my stupid self and actions, all the games, to be over.
And so, I juggle the knives whilst staring up at them. I can continue, but eventually, I'll drop one. Or I can stop now.
When I'm old and broken, mind threatening to fail moment, will I sit alone, thinking of what could of been? As what I have now, regret shall be my only company. That's just damn well depressing.
Every decision I've ever mad always comes back to haunt me. And when that familiar friend, that same moon I looked up to so long ago and begged for somebody, but not just anybody to come into my life, raises once more.. I'll make up my mind. For now, I'll sit and wait.
But somewhere inside, I knew it was going to happen.
Or is it? What if I fought just a little harder, would it come to this?
But I can't. The one I care for, one I'd do anything for, though it breaks my heart, moreso then I'd every thought it would, is better off without me.
Besides, they, and I cannot blame them, wants this; my stupid self and actions, all the games, to be over.
And so, I juggle the knives whilst staring up at them. I can continue, but eventually, I'll drop one. Or I can stop now.
When I'm old and broken, mind threatening to fail moment, will I sit alone, thinking of what could of been? As what I have now, regret shall be my only company. That's just damn well depressing.
Every decision I've ever mad always comes back to haunt me. And when that familiar friend, that same moon I looked up to so long ago and begged for somebody, but not just anybody to come into my life, raises once more.. I'll make up my mind. For now, I'll sit and wait.