It's funny.
Really.
I'm not trying to convince you,
I wouldn't waste my time.
But through all of this strife,
death and sadness...
I feel alive.
I feel like accomplishing
all of the things I used to do
And the ironic part is,
all of the things you wanted me
to do.
I'm glad, to feel this way
and I'm annoyed by the fact I'm
alone. Without what we began
before all the bending and
swaying to each other's
wishes and demands.
But, the censure's expunged.
I just wish it was an experience
we both could've had together.
It wont stop me from pushing through though.
Just for myself.
