My dreams and all the things I endlessly
wanted are becoming old friends. I can’t believe it at
all. I yelled but all that came back was “Just
go." That phrase, that one phrase, Made me gather my
hands and be still like an idiot. “I’m
sorry.” saying it was like a habit. A saying beyond my
understanding. Save me, I can’t see in front of me. I
won’t let you go, I can’t anymore. I lightly
smile but My insides are twisted without anyone
knowing about it. “I’m sorry.” saying it
was like a habit.
- Mayday, got7
