That damn prozac is turning me into a caring human being, and they said there's no harmful side effects.
I didn't have the strength to carry on.
Because in the end,
I'm sure that I had made the right choice,
but am unsure of where to go from here.
Because in the end,
I didn't get why
no one could understand.
Because in the end,
it didn't matter.
Because in the end,
I lost my faith in passion.
Because in the end,
at long last,
I traced back my roots,
and went back to the beginning.
And found out that,
when I gave something
the love and attention it needs,
it lasted beyond what I had expected it to.
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