And in the late hours of the night, they lay in bed, contemplating their lives, wishing they did numberous things differently and crying for the people they've lost on their journey.. and for the minutes they wasted on people who treated them wrong...
But it was all for nothing, as they would continue their lives just like they did the days before - acting like they're fine, as if those things that happened in the past doesn't bother them anymore, even though they are breaking on the inside... because they can't let go... they can't get over the pain they feel inside of them every.. single.. day..
[ bericht aangepast op 30 april 2017 - 3:47 ]
— Inner peace, it's hard to find. —