Ever so slowly my wound heals....slowly it stops hurting....next time I know to build up a wall so thick nothing gets through it....next time I will not allow myself to go where I did....what am I saying...there will never be a next time....I will never let it happen again....then why....why do I exist? Is it to suffer? Have I no purpose? Or am I forsaken and scorned? Have I been damned to the seven fiery pits of hell? Has my soul left? Or is it just burnt and blackened...hardened and beyond repair....sometimes I fell as if the tighter I hold the more things slip...maybe then...maybe then I should never hold anything again....anything tightly....maybe I should accept and resign to my fate....
 Sam Harris SDC · Tue Mar 20, 2007 @ 05:30am · 1 Comments |
