I am restless of what is left. An empty shell that was once so full. Being drained over time, with its contents close to empty. It seems as though punishment over shadows, for something that was never caused.
But why, for any reason, am i being treated thus. There are no explanations to such actions, or there lack off.
Frailty in promises, which seem to multiply over time. Yet, i linger, not wanting to give up. Its it foolishness or bravery? What governs me so to my actions? What is to become of me?
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 7:25 AM UTC
I am restless of what is left. An empty shell that was once so full. Being drained over time, with its contents close to empty. It seems as though punishment over shadows, for something that was never caused.
But why, for any reason, am i being treated thus. There are no explanations to such actions, or there lack off.
Frailty in promises, which seem to multiply over time. Yet, i linger, not wanting to give up. Its it foolishness or bravery? What governs me so to my actions? What is to become of me?
