Something happened today that caused me to walk away with mixed feelings and a twisted heart. It has probably been simmering away deep inside, until seeing that person today hit me with the realization smack in the face. I don't even know how to talk to that person anymore, when we used to be so close. It makes me sad, because I do want to, but when I think back on things that have happened I turn bitter and silent. Why is it the people you care about don't seem to care about themselves? And when we get hurt again and again by their actions we vow not to care the next time, but somehow it just doesn't seem right. Or that even when you become uncaring, it feels hollow inside. No triumphant joy of revenge. Just traces of sadness. No, bucketful of sadness.
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