I’ve got quite the past. Long stories, many chapters much like a book and if it were to be made into a one it would quite the comedy/horror and drama. Unfortunately romance doesn’t fit the equation.
I’ve traveled to many many places and countries, trying to find myself.
However a lot of times I think it’s the end. A dead end.
What else am I here for, I wonder. What’s my purpose. If I am not dead yet, what other reason am I here.
Here’s another attempt to fixing the broken, broken into million pieces.
She asked, do you have suicidal thoughts? I said many times, but never acted on it.
Like an outdated machine, I wish I can rewind and redo.
I can’t keep going in circles.
I don’t think I’ve got the balls to take my own life, but one day when I have the courage all the hurt inside will die.
That’s when I’ll be free.
As of today, I am no longer part of my family.
I am not an uncle, a son and a brother. They’ve lost someone good.
You live and learn.
You know you’re healthy when you can walk away and expect nothing less.