What the fuck

Bitter thoughts creep through the crack from time to time.
Almost to say "hey! Don't forget what you don't have!"

A fucked up reminder of the choice I made. But it was a good choice right? Be strong my friend and believe in the unseen. Have faith in the unknown. Accept what's not yours.

All of these things are suppose to be what keeps you going right?
Wrong.


They remind me of what I don't have. I'm reminded of the darkness I faced when I was 10; Flashbacks of being alone in my room waiting for someone to come. I'm reminded of what I don't have.

I'm without what I had so much of. I'm filled with this thing I'm readily able to give.
I long for the right one. I long for anyone.

Again. Moments of bitterness seem to linger more and each day.