A writer's Heart

I laid in my bed lost in thoughts.... The first thing that always came to me was, "Why did I kept having you around?" I have always known, you are like poison for me, the most poisonous thing I can have, because you kill little by little. Everytime you say something you destroy me a little more, you break the hopes I wish I could have with you. I have always known that you are a drug that kills silently, showing no physical sign but inside it's making everything collapse as time elapses. I know you think you make me have fun, but you're so wrong. I have no fun, I just go to you to escape my reality for a little while. You make me go numb and forget even if it's a few minutes, it helps me survive all the pain I have. I wish you could see beyond what I say, what I do and actually tried a little to care. I am aware I am nothing to you though, nothing more than a toy; I promise I am getting tired, I have really tried to keep you around to see a change, but I know bett...

It was one of those days you don't really like, a clear sky yet sadness around. The clouds looked too lonely even when surrounded. Those type of details you only see when you are not happy. The bright and radiant sun, shining every deep corner of darkness. One place its grace didn't reach, that exact spot where I sat on the corner of my bed. I had been wondering for many many weeks days, and hours if I had made the right choices. What was the difference between the person that slept beside me and myself. We smiled the same, ate the same food, watched the same movies, even heard the same music and sermons. We had been living under the same roof so long now, that I didn't realize when I became a stranger to my own self. I had waken up as usual, a new day, new opportunities right, well not for me; I had become too complacent that I was not ready for changes. That exact moment, I thought I could start to change, but when I saw him all that energy was gone. He looked so happy wi...