I sit and cry once again.
Why?
I'm not really sure.
My mind can't seem to understand the depths in which happiness lies.
I just seem to run as far away from it as I can get.
Maybe I don't want to be happy.
Maybe I'm comfortable with my pain.
Maybe I enjoy the hurt, the sadness.
Maybe I believe the tears are my only friend. The only one who will always be there.
Too may lies I've had to forgive.
Only myself remains when all the shots are fired.
And I do remain...though wounded.
Not knowing where to go or how to move, I lay here soaked in my tears and gasping for air.
The pain is unbearable.
But I am comfortable.
-emiko_d
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