the life i thought i had,
the life where i felt like no one can stop me.
where i never felt such freedom.
i then snapped back to reality. it was never a life. it was prison. i was trapped in sin. i was digging my own grave.
the more i struggled, the more i drowned.
but i did not know any of this. only my subconscious mind was aware, i am not so sure.
maybe i was, but i refused to let it sink in.
bottling all of those until it exploded.
there is more damage than ever. a wound so deep, it wouldn't stop bleeding.
tell me. how do i begin again?
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Begin Again
Poetryeveryday Ligaya wakes up, being reminded of the fact that her life has changed. the lingering thought is always 'how do I ...
