Lately I feel like I am living the life of a stranger. I don't know who
I am anymore or where I am going. My feelings don't seem to matter anymore
because hope no longer exists. I stand alone and look back at my past and only
see hardships, struggle and disappointments. The good times seem so vague and
distant. I don't remember the last time I was truly happy. My current smiles
come from temporary happiness wrapped around a lie i helped build. I'm tired of
faking my smiles and all i want to do lately is cry. Sometimes I don't even know
why.
At times I feel betrayed by
myself. Does that even make sense? I choose to live an honest heartfelt life. I
care for other people's feelings, watching my actions because of how they may
affect others. I put others before myself time and time again that I guess I
sometimes I expect the same consideration in return. Setting myself up for
disappointment. While others focus on the flaws in people, I focus on their
good.
I am starting to feel defeated
by these constant and on going life lessons I try to move past. My morals no
longer seem to have a purpose. I am slowly raising that white flag while
loosening grip on that towel. I'm about to throw it in. I made this promise to
myself that I will never permanently change who I am because of temporary
sorrows. Promises can easily be broken, even when they are self made. Since
history continues to repeat itself and my "temporary" sorrows are becoming more
of a routine, I don't know how much more I can take before my morals lose
importance.
I don't regret the choices
I have made nor the people I have met, no matter how bad they have hurt me. On
the contrary, I am glad I have been true to myself thus far and kept hope for
those who don't deserve me. It's crazy how people can change you. And its sad
how memories can drain you to a breaking point where you no longer want to be
you.
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