Someday... these questions will be answered. yella: To my past...
Someday this will all end, and someday I can breathe again. I wake up each morning and I smile at what I have, but I cry deep inside for the damage that still lies beneath. The damage eats away at me like a cancer that I can't cure. It holds tight onto my heart and prevents me from truly moving forward. Why?
You're just a human being... nothing more than that. You're not God, you're not a super hero, and you're not the devil. So why does it plague me still? Why do I still feel anger? Why do I still feel hate? When will it let go of me? Where is this all coming from?
I want to be strong again, and I know I will be, but why can't it be now? It's needed now.
Why are you doing this to me? Finally, finally I have something real right here. Everyday, it's here. What I've wanted since I was a little girl is right here and for once it's real and I'm actually secure with it all. So why do you still haunt me?
Is there something I'm missing? Did I not fix something? Why can't I erase you and just move on to the next step? It should be easy now.
Get tough, right? Get tough.... I can beat this... I can make you go away. I will make you go away, and I'll hold onto my future, and I'll smile and I'll breathe. I'll love...
-K
