To move on you must first learn to forgive yourself, however you must not forget the mistake that have been done and the people that you've hurt.
- lauyeelosophy
Mentally tired
doesn't feel like putting up a whole wall of text,
short phrases
leaving some space for imagination
Friends around me
still haunted by their past
missing the love they had
the warmth of hugs
the romance of kisses
cling hard to the last piece of memory
remain only in their heart
Blaming themselves for not being perfect
for not being caring
for not working hard enough
for taking too much
for being to laid back
for being too controlling
the list goes on
never ending
they couldn't forgive themselves
they cry in loneliness
when nights fall
when no one call
when they are sure
no one will be knocking on their door
continuously torturing themselves
they haunt themselves
they could be going out partying
but inside they are empty
always looking for someone
someone who could
give them the familiar feeling
someone
similar to what they used to had
someone
not me.
slowly they forget
the reason is forgotten
the why they felt sad
all they know is that
they are sad
they need to feel sad
they need to
torture themselves
their heart
their soul
their body
their mind
slowly they forget even who they are
they are lost
in themselves
bury themselves deep in their memory
some of them I wish to help
but I can only help them
if they help themselves
.
.
.
.
.
doesn't feel like putting up a whole wall of text,
short phrases
leaving some space for imagination
Friends around me
still haunted by their past
missing the love they had
the warmth of hugs
the romance of kisses
cling hard to the last piece of memory
remain only in their heart
Blaming themselves for not being perfect
for not being caring
for not working hard enough
for taking too much
for being to laid back
for being too controlling
the list goes on
never ending
they couldn't forgive themselves
they cry in loneliness
when nights fall
when no one call
when they are sure
no one will be knocking on their door
continuously torturing themselves
they haunt themselves
they could be going out partying
but inside they are empty
always looking for someone
someone who could
give them the familiar feeling
someone
similar to what they used to had
someone
not me.
slowly they forget
the reason is forgotten
the why they felt sad
all they know is that
they are sad
they need to feel sad
they need to
torture themselves
their heart
their soul
their body
their mind
slowly they forget even who they are
they are lost
in themselves
bury themselves deep in their memory
some of them I wish to help
but I can only help them
if they help themselves
.
.
.
.
.
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