"You are not responsible for how
another creatureuses their free will.
You find it troublesome to control even
yours at times.
So, when you choose to blame yourself
for what they chose,
you have to realize that there's
anther choice that exists.
The choice not to.
It was the same option that tapped on
their shoulder and reminded them that
they could choose to end something
good, or not.
Yet they chose it.
They chose it by themselves.
But you carry the blame like a curse,
like hurting you is a burden that you
should carry for your betrayer.
It is rare to find someone guilty of the
crimes that have been committed unto
them"
"Blurred vision,
teary eyes,
pain turned liquid,
mourning someone who isn't worth a
thought.
Crawling down your cheeks,
your eyes keep on raining.
Thoughts clouded by memories that
should've never been made.
Bottle of emotions popped open,
poured onto shoulders of friends
who remind you of all the reasons not
to... but you can't help what's felt."
"They say, "Just get over it," while they
themselves hold on to the siliest habits
that have found homes inside of
the fiber of their existence.
Therefore, they refuse to accept the
eviction and are unwilling to obey
without force.
See, people love to tell you to let go
when it isn't the same thing they are
holding on to.
They love to give you advice for the sitation
they don't struggle with, only to
ignore their own struggle.
In their struggle, they do the same?
they cuddle up with the pain, justify the
reason it is there, then take however
long possible to clove the door on it."
"Cloudy days are nothing to love unless
you've known the loneliness that will
try to swallow you through dark nights.
Pain is nothing bad if you have never
had the good that is the opposite of it.
Water will never be "needed" if you
have never met dehydratation and never
known what it means to be thirsty.
How would you have known what love
isn't, if you've never met people who
could offer it to you?"
"I don't know how to be anything but sad,
depression is taking me. Since it all ended,
I only know how to be sad nowadays."
"Your fist is clamped as tight as can be.
Your hands are bleeding and your
stubborness tells you to hang on,
to go without a fight,
but this isn't a fight,
it is self-hurt,
it is stirring a pot of self-inflicted pain.
Where is the good that was supposed
to come of this?
Where are they when loneliness is beating
every inch of hope out of you?
Where are they when you are drained
from emptying your eyes of tears?
Where are they?
Not here.
They haven't been here to cup your
face, sacrifice their shoulders, and let
you know everything is going to be
okay."