It's All Too Many In A Little Bag


This is how it feels, putting a hand in an overflowing bag full of a million things and trying to pull out just one thing but it is so full, I had to put the other hand in to pull out and ended with both my hands stucked. Then, I have my hands grasp and brushed against many many different things in that bag but could get hold of none. In a less complicating word; complex.

Previously it was disappointment.

The day before was anger.

Yesterday it's worries.

Just a little while before it's heartbreak.

Now it's sadness as the emptiness and hollowness sinks in inch by inch.

Later, I cannot predict.

But there is one thing that sticks so true is that; I'm not better off without you and it hurts when you think so.

It hurts more 'cause you're not even a jerk to begin with and to hear and watch you being mean to yourself, hurts. How can I bear to watch that someone so dear to me hurt himself like that? When all these times I have been trying my best to care and love him in the best ways that I can.

It's so helpless that the gaps are getting bigger and I have no access of any sort.

I wish you know how heartbreaking this is and how much it pains me.