I used to be happy
Or at least I thought I was
How do you stop grieving a relationship that no longer serves you?
When do you let go of what could have been
and accept it for what it has become
Every ending is a new beginning
But some endings take everything from you
I'm trying to be strong
trying to move on
I've been unhappy for so long
Can you fake it till you make it
Where do I start
resistant to change, suffering in the present
How did I get stuck here
living somewhere between here and there
About the Creator
David Williams
My ideas far exceed my writing capabilities!
The Piggy Project
I’ve had so many names in this life I lose track of which ones were ever really mine and which ones I wore because someone needed me to. Some were handed to me before I had words to refuse them, before I knew what they meant, before I knew I could say no. Most weren’t meant to hurt. That doesn’t mean they didn’t leave marks. Marks that told me who I belong to, who I am by way of who claims me, recognizes me in the good and bad, who walks beside me.
By Fatal Serendipity2 days ago in Confessions


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