metalmarna

i hate being the bad guy. the one who has to speak her mind cause she feels, so much. its unbelievable . . . the pain, like poison melting away your insides.

i hate feeling like this.

'one mans trash is another mans treasure' - they say. 'you don't know what you got till it's gone' - they swear. 'if you love it, let it go, if it comes back, it was meant to be' - they promise.

so why? why can't i just be happy? maybe cause i know. all of this is not true. the heart palpatations. the spark. the heat. the tears. the sore mouth. the sour tongue. this feeling. its not true. not until you let go . . .

so let go.