Friday, September 7
If only I could take all your pain away.
Or at least, let me shoulder yours so you won't have to feel any.
Why am I just sitting here?
Why can't I share the burden with you?
Damn it.
Damn it all.
In pain, sorrow, worry, anger and tears, the only way I know how to express them is by smiling.
Ironic, plastic and fake.
And yet, through all the darkness, through all the confusion, through all the pain, you still say,
"Because I can't hurt you... I don't want you to cry..."
In a time long forgotten, I used to say, "Don't leave."
Now, the only thing I hope for is to see you smile again.
seeking the knife to cut away all the pain.