Lost sight of a picture never taken

Lost art of keeping a secret
2019-09-15 12:00:00 (UTC)

Nobody knows what I believe

Write things down is the only outlet I have, but It does leave me telling myself to grow up. I’ve taught myself in the years past to just get on with life. One day at a time.

It used to feel good, letting things out. I thought it could be anyone, that I’d learn to trust people and would just fall into the routine of letting them in, but that’s never happened. When you have to explain, when there are questions to feelings that don’t have answers, it make’s you realise that even if the door was open, they’d never come in.

I’ve never been a whist full person, always spent my life denying that I would regret anything. But I wish I could go back. To simpler times and longer nights.

I built the bars that I sit within, I’ll spend my life regretting it.


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