People's been making all the decisions for me.
I no longer have to think about the implications,
because they've all been decided.
Sometimes, all I want to do is sit in a corner and cry.
And then have someone to hold my hand and tell me its all right.
Even though being all right is bleak, it's still comforting to fool yourself into thinking everything is.
"Letting go"
I'm starting to hate that phrase.
Because when you can't hold on any more, then simply cling on.
Times have shown me just how my decisions fail me repeatedly.
So if anyone wants to leave me, do me the mercy and just say that you're "leaving"
Then I won't have to speculate the reasons.
Yet another example of how my decisions are made by someone else.
In the dark, everything seems larger than life.
People just play with my life like its worth nothing.
They come and they leave at their wish.
So tired of being at the disposal of someone else,
of orchestrating my dear life, throwing me off the hill as and when they desire.
I feel like I'm choking.
They all think I'm some superhuman, I can handle all the stress, the pain, the pressure.
No I can't, I can't take this at all.
I'm just a human.