I thought it was over.
I thought that I escaped it until now.
Now that I realize I'll never escape it,
Being hurt.
I thought I was done being the outcast, the friendless one who never sits alone. Yet here I am sitting on a bus with my head against the window, and my bag filling up the empty space beside me. I can hear the laughter of the others while my head is slightly blasted with Blackmill as the girl across from me giggling with the other girl I was suppose to sit with.
It's funny how the slightest things can set you off into rage or sadness, because it reminds us of what we really are and who we are. I'm angry and sad, I can feel the familiar sign of depression boil up in the pit of my stomach as my eyes pull back the unwanted salt water.
Only one question rang through my mind as the bus heads to the SFO.
How did the walls of happiness and sacred bonds I kept with love and built on the safety on my friends and family, come crashing down in the past day?
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The Mind of a Broken Soul & a Full Heart
SpiritualThis is me. These are my thoughts. My feelings. My life. How I feel about it. And what I feel from it. And pain must be felt in one lifetime Because then we don't know what we had, Until we loose it. This isn't make believe, But someone's reality. T...
