Resentment a fancy word ha,
But
It emerges from regretment,
You know when darkness surround,
When your drowning,
And you await your death.
That's when it comes.
When ever part of you wait for submerging, deep to the very end,
Still a piece of heart beats, heavy but hard.
Giving you signals you might survive.
That's when you regret your choices, and feel longingness.
May the world is not the same, it used to be.
May I have changed.
Have it always be the same.
That's when it come,
Resentment toward yourself.
Which is harder than any thing.
YOU ARE READING
fair fate
General Fiction---------------fate can't be predicted-------------- It can be a pure hell at the same time
