When the clocks strikes twelve and your world closes in. Everyone is asleep and your in the dark. Memories creep in, they have been waiting all day. If I close my eyes I can see my life. As if a have my own movie I see it all. Every desperate plee every haunted wish. I can watch my life. I miss the ones I love and hate the ones who took her from me. I can’t go back. No one can, a cruel fate we have. To carry the memories of our mistakes and mistakes of others. But to be punished to feeling anger, no rage towards those who have hurt you. To feel sorry for being sad. To feel embarrassed for shedding tears after being strong for to long.
I miss her to an extent that I can’t explain. That most will never understand. And then I am shunned for in my own home.
But no one said life was fair,