I guess it's a sign, if it is, it's a pretty stupid one to begin with. What I'm about to write is going to sound really stupid. I died, killed, murdered in cold blood (did I use the sentence right?). Not literally, I kinda dreamt it, told ya it was stupid. Yes, stabbed in the back and left to die bleeding profusely. But not just by anyone. Stabbed by one of the people I trust most (at this moment, used to) in my life.
Maybe I've finally stepped into the light, she had probably killed whatever part of me which still held on. It took a hell of a long time, but nothing can change the past now can it? Time to pick myself up, and keep walking forward.
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