Monday, December 12, 2011

Disgustingly simple

I struggled to find the truth,
The bruises are too much today,
The knowledge is killing.

Oh, I really battled for my ground,
Now, I am so scared to call it my own.
What I know is my greatest fear.

What I do not know is still comforting.
How I deal with the uncertainties is fabulous,
But how I have struggled against truth,
Is killing me tonight.

Why do I sense guilt, fear and anxiety?
What is wrong?
Is it just a craving for a high?
It's so disgustingly simple.

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