Woke up at 2am and body was shaking hard, had a nightmare. I sat down for a moment, thinking, why.
Often people make promises because of insecurities, and love of course. But then sometimes promises are made to be broken. It's an act of selfishness. I don't know the definition of a promise anymore. And I am not sure if you still remember our promises because seems like it's not even valid to talk about anymore.
It's easy to say something that you think you can do, because you are already broken, so what's more to lose? Nothing. It's true, nothing to lose anymore am already broken. But the fear of rejection is greater than anything now, seems like broken is nothing to compare with. I don't want to hope for something am not sure with, it's like putting a gun full of bullets to the chest and asking them to pull the trigger. It's not a suicide, it's a murder.
I don't wanna be killed ever again. Life has been like a coma, or dying of a cancer. I just wish that soon it will recover but I doubt it will. I know you dont love me anymore, what we had, means nothing to you. I bet you don't even remember any of your promises.
But I remember, you promised to be there for me. Where are you now.