Let Go
Sometimes in order to move on, you just have to let go. Set the pain with in you free so it can fly away. But is that always enough? What if it won't go? What if it wants to stay here with you? To tear you apart from the inside but doesn't change a thing on the outside. People may not see it breaking down inside but all they can see is the pain in the eyes. Becoming less interested in life itself because nothing is for the best anymore, nothing will change and it is all just the same. Breathing in and out every day will be the same as long as I may live but the memories will remain upon me for eternity. Memories are like scars, once they happen, they won't fade, it is in their nature to forever stay where the first came from, nothing can change it because it has already happened, every scar symbolises regrets and mistakes. Memories made. Is that what a memory is? Something that will forever be a part of you? Something that makes you? That makes your past? Without memories, what are you? Someone with no remembrance of their past? Sometimes, being that person is a whole lot easier than looking back into the past where the pain lays, walking on broken glass remembering every single detail while trying not to cut yourself, trying not to bleed your thoughts away. I guess memories are just there to be remembered, they won't fade away, and it is their destiny.