Wednesday 3 July 2013

What Was Dead Was Hope

"Each man kills the thing he loves."

The worst part is how quickly things had changed.
Broken, twisted and painful beyond repair.

It's scary to confess and face up to everything you are.

It's not fair to make someone wait just because you're scared,
Or the inability to decide.

If this thing keep me hanging on nothing,
All it'll end up is breaking my spirit;
and me.

It's hard to be on the other end, to have to keep holding on when the other party have already let go off the rope.

it's literally choking to hang on for dear life.

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