Digging Up the Past

There was nothing left for me there. I couldn’t stand there and celebrate the end of everything I had held so dear, it made me sick, so I left and that night I left everything and everyone behind. I didn’t know what to do with myself anymore. It was over, they were gone; they were all gone.

Years have passed and I’ve moved on long ago, but sometimes I lay awake at night and I think about it all and it still hurts, it still goddamn hurts! It was all so unexpected and it happened so suddenly, it completely threw me off-track. Stuff like that sticks with you and I suspect there will always be a small trace of it in my system, a scar that will never fully heal.

It still goddamn hurts…

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