Pandora's box
I opened the Pandora’s box.
And not surprisingly, I wasn’t ready to face what was to come.
And not surprisingly, I wasn’t ready to face what was to come.
All the pain and hurt surfaced and I cried my heart out in grief.
Maybe it’s a good thing, so I can face what I have been numbing
for so long with another mean.
It is like I am stuck in when whatever happened back then.
Time is passing me by.
Everything is changing around me but I am still here.
No matter how hard I have grieved, the pain wouldn’t go away.
It is like my body is filled with grief, pain, and fear wrapped up with anxiety.
I still wake up each morning hoping not to.
I still spend all of my money like there’s no tomorrow.
I am no more hopeful than a drunk.
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