Tuesday, August 24, 2010
he finally said it.
because he had no choice but to say it.
so what now?
did i ever thought it would make me feel better?
am i supposed to feel better?
do i feel better?
everything's still stays the way it is.
saying it doesn't change the years of the past.
so what was i expecting?
a sense of relief?
for the weight to roll off my shoulders?
i kidded myself into thinking i've picked up my life.
i thought i really did,
but i didn't account for the bumps,
and here i still am, on that rocky road called recovery.
all along, i've been crawling,
and i know it's time to get up, to walk, to run.
but its hard,
it's hard.
putting on a smile,
it's became second nature,
even through the tears.
and you know you've gotten used to it all,
when you feel your cheeks getting wet,
but then you ask yourself......
am i crying?
i'm sorry
i'm sorry i couldn't do anything
i'm sorry..
for me, just being ordinary me.