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Regret is a painful thing.
It's similar to guilt.
It eats you from the inside...
You loose courage and will.
A parasite that can kill you.
Lies were so easy back then, I remember.
When nobody would call you out.
Hell, you could even say you could speak Italian and nobody would do anything but laugh.
Free of weight, you never knew of consequences.
Until you got older.
Now, that weight grows.
My lying is no longer a last resort.
It's an addiction.
I want to scream.
But in a world who assumes me trustworthy.
A world that assumes me faithful.
Who would listen other than echoes of a lost friend.
Guilt is a weight.
Regret is a disease.
Weight will cause disease...
You can shed weight.
But diseases need a cure.
And sometimes, when hell becomes your heart,'
When your mind is rotted,
When you want to throw up your soul,
You find that cure.
Though there is only one.
And the voices stop.
Once you exhale.
A final time.
| wow dude, like holy shit, this was a powerful write because you expressed raw emotions here, these are things that are very personal to you, and thank you for expressing your self like that, to me that's what a poet is expressing raw material that nobody wants to share or write, plus its the way you worded it down, like man the things you were talking about goes for the same for me, i can relate and i can also reflect on this, like for real man bravo on the write, a lot of creativity and raw, real life, written in this piece, way to write man, good job pretty cool really,|
|| Posted on 2014-05-07 00:00:00 | by theinforment | [ Reply to This ] |