I’m so tired or running and never feeling. And despite every piece of me being broken, I keep going. Dragging myself through life, alone. Everything is wrong, and I can’t bring myself to care. Care to change it, fight for what makes life alive and beautiful. Because I know such things should never be mine. But I’m tired about debating what I should push away because it’s not for me due to past choices. Selfish as it may be, I want to find that happiness. Denying is a terrible and ugly choice.
(via gildedbutterflies-)
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