How can a bird fly if its wings have been cut off?
How can anyone ever look forward when the past is present.
How can anyone ever dream if the ones closest to you expect the worst.
How can you ever look at your good qualities; when you are reminded of the bad one three times more.
How can you let people rule over you so much?
That sometimes that unholy thought of ending “it” emerges.
What are you doing WRONG!
Why can you not be happy?
Always your mistakes out number and shadow your triumphs.
I have to learn to live with my previous decisions, or not live at all. Have I killed my own dreams?
Have I outnumbered my good qualities with error after errors.
When my journey ends, I will not look back to this.
I understand that true love includes pain.
Submitted:Feb 20, 2009 Reads: 96 Comments: 2 Likes: 0
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