I feel like fighting with someone. I want to fight. I have all these things that I want to say but I simply can’t. I can’t even talk about it with anyone I know. In simple words I am defeated and I have no energy to address the wounds.
If it was up to me, I would have died. If it was up to me I would have vanished. If it was up to me I would have stopped the time because I don’t think I can take whatever is coming my way.
But it is not up to me. It was never up to me. I can’t stop time, I can’t vanish and I can’t choose to die. So here I wait with my wounds for more to come my way.
Here I wait patiently because patience is the only thing I can.