Thursday, 12 May 2016

The Pain of living



Sometimes I wish the pain did not exist. Sometimes I wish our heart could be immune to emotional upheavels. I wish it would hurt a little less than the last time.

I wish those painful pasts and the those hurtful memories could leave me forever. They have created claustrophobic webs around me. It pains to even breathe. I wish those memories could leave me someday. I wish that as my deepest thoughts leave the dark safe world of my soul through my pen onto the paper, they would leave me forever.

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