Suffering Karma
Here I lay, trapped from my own world,
My home,
My life.
All of this because of my own selfish nature,
My impatience,
My misleading discomfort,
My unknowing actions.
I could've easily gotten out of this situation before it had been started; I had a chance to live. To lead a life, one I've always thrived for.
But I was blind.
I ignored my instincts,
My feelings,
My thoughts,
My actions,
My soul;
When I should've.
This is the price I pay for being incompetent,
For not being thankful,
For not being satisfied,
For not being grateful,
For not being smart,
For not being happy.
Now I am stuck here for all eternity to remember all the mistakes I had made and think of ways to fix them if I ever got the chance.
Not like it would matter.
It's not like I could actually leave this dreadful place on my own; a palace of wonders showered in riches to conceal from the unfortunate truth that lies beneath.
I should be putting the blame on him.
He's the one who saw me,
Watched me,
Whispered to me in my dreams,
Scrambled my conscience,
Protected myself from everything but him.
I knew he was tearing me away from the good things in my life slowly, the signs were screaming to be analyzed.
Yet I ignored him and let him continue to rip everything away and convince me of the words in my dreams that he was the savior.
My savior.
I would never want to make the same mistake twice.
He blinded me with his charming appeal, and I am stuck with him forever.
But it's alright.
I was born to suffer.