I'm looking through old pictures and it makes me think about how everything around me has changed so much. The people I knew and the places I went. And it seems as I have remained the same.
I'm always the one they tread upon, I'm the one they leave. I'm the one who watches the sun rise and set while they only stay for the twilight. I'm there until the very end, and they could barely stay past the beginning.
I hate the way it makes me feel, it fills me with guilt and nostalgia and unbearable anger. How could they turn their backs on me like that?
And how could I let it happen?
How can things go from being so happy and perfect
To the point where you get sick just thinking about it?
There are so much old pictures say that words can't.
· Thu May 24, 2012 @ 01:49am · 0 Comments