You promise you would not allow me bare more than I handle
You knew when I was hidden in the wound
you know me better than I know myself
You are and have proven you can’t, and you don’t lie
You know what I need before I do
You know which piece of clothing will wear out
You awe me away with the love you as you are love!
“You keep track of my wandering.Do collect my tears in your skin bottle.Are they not recorded in your book?”
Why? I keep asking myself. Why?
Why? The consequences of action
Why? The consequences of my choices
Why? The unless why’s.
It is said. What doesn’t kill only make you stronger
Your experiences build character and the person you are and become
What you endure makes you resilient
Why? At what cost?
Do I get rescued out of this one?
Is this the one that will define me?
My heart is tired of the aches and pains
My heart is tired of being scared and scarred
You are not the cause of it, you are not be blame. That I am well aware.
MY GOD, I AM SO TIRED, SO TIRED….
My Mental Memoirs