Fighting the demons
I often look at myself, and can't meet the eyes because of the physical scars I’ve given myself, the universe has given me. Sometimes unable to process how did I get here, when did I get here, and longing for the answer when will I get out of this? I feel like my life only made sense when I was with you, every moment, each comment, every conversation we had was worth living a thousand times more than living the after version. But who am I to blame other than myself right? Because that’s all I can do, to give myself an assurance that maybe I’ve become a monster.I blame the universe for putting me in such position from where I can not whisper your name everytime I need someone to hold onto, every battle, every pain, each tear has to be fought alone like a soldier, and here I was thinking to be a prince, how foolish of me. I believe this battle has made me a monster now, I am not a prince I was hoping I’ll become one day, but a monster who has to act tough in each situation, take ev...