What if you are just destined to get hurt, to be helplessly stuck in a point of time you no longer want to be?

Maybe life is all about trying to get up while you fall a little bit deeper in the pits of hell, each time you try not to...

You realize you've forgiven people, your past and yourself when you don't speak bad about them anymore, even if you're encouraged to do so, even if you remember you were once brutally broken because of them...

you just move on, let go, let them be and let yourself be...

I've heard you say so many a time
That I know just the right words to say, just the right lines to rhyme...

Today it's been 7 years since we last met
I have learnt to say just the wrong words, just the lines you hate....

So this is the feeling when you've finally accepted and moved on. Literally empty but feels full.

Often it feels like I am breathing today only because a few years back I had no idea which nerve to cut...

The difference is,
Now I cant call you anymore…
I cant hear your calming voice,
I cant hear your words
That made me always feel better,
Now I am just all alone
In this dark and cold room