Strength
I've tried. I've tried hard getting over it. I thought if I could make it through that, I could endure anything. Six years later, I still wake up in the middle of the night. Haunted. Aching. Torn. Aching despite all that strength. The strength I put into it. All that strength and still I wake up haunted in an empty bed. What was the point. All that strength and I wasted it, walking in the wrong direction.
Batou - 23. Mai, 00:42
