22/11/15
I haven't eaten for three days.
World war three is about to start.
My hearts depressed.
My heads a mess.
So many thoughts jumbled it's getting hard for me to single out just one.
I stare out the window just watching the trees passing, my headphones on with a new song blasting.
No matter what I do I can't seem to get rid of you.
I look to my left, the sun is setting, it's a beautiful sight, it was in that moment that made me believe it was worth living this life.
I want to scream and shout, I want to tell you that you were wrong.
everything that has happened between us, it's like you could do no wrong.
I knew it weren't true but it weren't worth putting up a fight.
Because it seems like everyday since we've started I've been fighting for my life.
I turned it around yesterday and put the blame on you.
I didn't walk away.
It was you that chose to.
So in a week, or a month or maybe in a years time.
When you look around and realise that you could've still been mine.
But you were always putting up a fight, constantly on defence, your heart protected, your mind guarded, your body padlocked and bolted to the golden gates.
Every time I felt like I was breaking through its like a new chain just materialised and wrapped itself around you.
I fought and I fought, but I see now there was no use.
Because I was the only one fighting.
Sometimes I felt like you didn't care at all.
So I guess I'm done now.
I don't want to walk away.
But why am I fighting for someone who doesn't want to be fought for?
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This Is My Story.
Non-FictionThis is a collection of my thoughts from the past year or so... I used to publish them, but stipped as some became very personal, it became my diary, but I've since decided that I no longer care, because you can know everything about me, but you don...
