You know? with things that are out of your hands? You hear words that drive straight into your heart and bury themselves like blunt rusty knives. Then somewhere along that confusion it gets taken back. The knife gets pulled out. But what about that wound? The words feel too real.
Where exactly is the line between things said from anger and hidden truths that come out when angry? I cant tell. I dont think anyone can. But I suppose we can surely feel it sometimes.
I just need to vent. I feel like just rolling into bed praying my heart stops beating during my sleep.
perhaps right now I'm really hoping it does.
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