somethings are better left unsaid
some people just can't keep silence
lesser things said = lesser explanation = lesser misunderstandings = lesser quarrels = lesser unhappiness
her words echoed through my head, '... i feel like an idiot, not knowing anything. i'm not going to care about how other people feel because they don't about me. what's the point?' and, i finally saw the despair, disappointment and hurt behind her feign smile. my rant to her must've stabbed her a fucking thousand times. what've i become, am i still the man i used to be? maybe you changed me, how conveniently i shift the blame unto you - i've never blame others for my own plight.
her voice of helplessness and agony echoed through my head once again as i typed this very sentence. i felt her past mistakes, but she'll never understand MY pain. the greater fool that forgave the infidelity acts - ME.
take a minute and listen to my heart, can you hear my grief?
take a minute and listen to your heart, can you appease your rage.
take a minute to listen to them side by side, can you tell which is heavier?
i tried to kill it all, but i remembered everything.
the wretched.
