I am supposed to be happy. I should be. That's what I commanded myself to be.
But lately, I'm distracted.
And this force is killing me.
I want to fight it.
I want to win the battle.
But slowly it's consuming me.
That' why I hate the word "love".
Don't judge me easily because you don't know me.
I prasied the word "love" before, now I'm cursing it.
Spare my family and my religion because real love binds me with them.
Alright. I rest my case. Love makes the world go round but not for me. Not now.
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