Tuesday, July 21, 2009
"" @ 3:14 am
I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...
We fear from telling everybody our fears and aches
because we fear they might turn their faces from us or tell us, "I told you so."
We fear that we might be lonelier, which is why we choose to endure the reality we consider better than the possibilities of being in more pain, more loneliness.
We have fallen in our own ways, eaten our own poison,
but what would life be without these hurts, these pains?
Would we learn how to kiss our scars and accept ourselves?
Would we learn how to appreciate ourselves?
Would we understand the meaning of pain and bliss?