By Farah |
Submitted by twisted_lie
Date: 2010 Nov 08
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My bags are all packed, its a beautiful sunny day, yet its cloudy on the inside,|
I still dont understand this feeling of emptiness that haunts me, unbelievably numb, not a single feeling.
I should be on cloud number nine by now, skipping from excitement but thats not what I am doing, instead I chose to stay calm, cool and collected, in an attempt to avoid any bumps in the road, any predicted disappointments and any down hills.
I know that I am not that much loved; I can tell the difference between those who truly love me for me and others that are after an interest, the problem is that they dont realize that I have nothing to offer them. I am ME. Yes as simple as that.
For someone that is emotionally crippled, it is hard for me to express myself in a healthy way as I always bottle up everything inside, I got so used to people leaving that it scares me to death to hold on to anyone .
We live in a selfish world. Its a pity we all learn the hard way.