Love is the slowest form of suicide;
The way the past haunts me;
Letting go, is something I know should do or rather should have done a long time ago but at the same time it's something I sorely can't bear to do. I'm not content with just living in these memories that will eventually fade with time yet there's nothing left for me here but an empty space, a hollow heart &a barren soul.
What a walking contradiction, I make myself out to be.
Letting go, is something I know should do or rather should have done a long time ago but at the same time it's something I sorely can't bear to do. I'm not content with just living in these memories that will eventually fade with time yet there's nothing left for me here but an empty space, a hollow heart &a barren soul.
What a walking contradiction, I make myself out to be.