Hate.Disappointment.Regret.They all make up some of the worst thing in our lives...then why can't we just give it up?Give it up and just throw all our problems away?The answer is simple because this,this is reality not a fairytale of some fiction story,where the writer can just have their way over their characters like puppets.No.Not at all in reality does one have their way to control their life of the lies that people tell them.There's no stopping your troubles in life of changing the regret you've made in the past ...it's life.
such a waste, my life whole life is a fake!...but im sure ive been a thorn inside of you...that's torn at u for years. but, sometimes i can taste how bitter i've become...& its meer then i can bare. sometimes i pray for someone to blow me away. just make it quick, but let it burn...so i can feel the pain thats torn at me for years. i can't be held responsable, 'cause this is all so new to me. can i...leave my pain behind?
the sercomstances of one's birth are irrelavent. its what u DO with the gift of life, that determends who u are. the pain u feel...its normal. let it go.
u think?
yes. u need to forgive and forget.
i can't...
u can.
but i can't just do nothing...
it's not nothing!
i cant just...forget.
it's hard to forgive, and its hard to forget, but it's easy to do nothing...
you're right...
the sercomstances of one's birth are irrelavent. its what u DO with the gift of life, that determends who u are. the pain u feel...its normal. let it go.
u think?
yes. u need to forgive and forget.
i can't...
u can.
but i can't just do nothing...
it's not nothing!
i cant just...forget.
it's hard to forgive, and its hard to forget, but it's easy to do nothing...
you're right...
I do not own this. I did not write it, and I do not know the author. I just really like this and wanted to share it.
Who will u be
when faced with the end;
the end of a kingdom,
the end of good men.
Will u run?
Will u hide?
of will u hunt down evil
with a venomous pride?
Rise to the ashes,
rise to the winter sky,
rise to the calling,
make heard the battle cry.
Let it scream from the mountains
From the forest to the chapel.
Because death is a hungry mouth
and u are the apple.
So who will u be
when faced with the end?
When the vultures are circling
and the shadows descend.
Will u cower,
of will u fight?
Is your hart-, hart made of glass?
of a pure snow white?
Who will u be
when faced with the end;
the end of a kingdom,
the end of good men.
Will u run?
Will u hide?
of will u hunt down evil
with a venomous pride?
Rise to the ashes,
rise to the winter sky,
rise to the calling,
make heard the battle cry.
Let it scream from the mountains
From the forest to the chapel.
Because death is a hungry mouth
and u are the apple.
So who will u be
when faced with the end?
When the vultures are circling
and the shadows descend.
Will u cower,
of will u fight?
Is your hart-, hart made of glass?
of a pure snow white?