Pagina's

woensdag 21 januari 2015

What was it like to lose him?


Today..

Today I woke up. 
I sighed. 
I wanted to go back to sleep 
because 
I knew today would be like yesterday. 
...
..
.
Full of pain.

The rotten years..

I wonder, how many pills, or cuts, or accidents, or breakdowns, or panic attacks, or bad days, would it take to prove, I resemble a tree, I look strong on the outside, but when a part of me snaps, inside there is nothing left but my rotting years.