The Criminal
I know. I'm doing for my own selfishness. I'm not the victim. I'm the criminal; the criminal torn between continuity & identity.
I try to fight it. Everyday. Some days are better, most are just bad. I'm awake when people should be asleep, kept up by thoughts so loud like buzzing of bees. It's pitiful how I do a lot if things just to gain that sleep; just to gain that semblance of normality.
Everything I say now, is just an excuse. I cannot be pardoned. I won't be forgiven.
I won't be saved but atleast, I just wanted-... what? Am I even allowed to want? Or need? Nothing I say will be justified. It's always like that; thoughts, salvation, normalcy, sanity, morality. I always go way overboard or just completely stop, thinking I'm not worth it.
I wanted to be found. But the prospect of "after" and revealing my vulnerable self is so scary, I just freeze in my tracks. But I wanted to be found right? Because I'm so lost being "arrested" is better... right? I know I won't be saved. But still, in the end, I wonder will I be finally freed?
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From ME To YOU:
Life is full of uncertainties, struggles and choices. I, myself am struggling and often looses hope but I fervently pray that you'll always find strength and regain faith no matter how many times you fall. Even if I see darkness now, I always believe that life is beautiful.












