Was it right?
Where is everyone,
when I need them?
You can't tell me to relax
and just "go for dinner for now"
because I don't have the time.
I'm starting to like my job.
Even though there's that voice that says
I can't cope.
The pain of not knowing what's going on.
Why did I agree to do something
I don't believe in?
Why on Earth am I so...
weak.
Things take time,
and heal.
I know everything happens for a reason,
but what am I supposed to do now?
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