Unspoken words...
They keep asking me what is wrong?
I keep asking myself what is wrong?
But deep down I know what it is. Its just hard to admit it.
Its the grief...the loss...the constant mourning over a life I could have...
A free life...
Next time, if someone asks me what is wrong, I will tell them that I was a girl with so many dreams. Some of them came true. Some didnt. Some rooted deep fantasies never came true. And I keep grieving over them. I keep fantacising...I keep day dreaming...and it always a mixure of guilt and excitement. The guilt is too strong it wipes off the excitement. Guilt of being unfaithful, ungrateful, unworthy...But I keep telling myself, as long its in ur head, as long as u dont act on it, its safe and u can have it.
But deep down I know that I will make those fantacies materialize...even tho they r wrong and dangerous... that is what I fall asleep thinking about every night. One day...just hang in there..
I keep asking myself what is wrong?
But deep down I know what it is. Its just hard to admit it.
Its the grief...the loss...the constant mourning over a life I could have...
A free life...
Next time, if someone asks me what is wrong, I will tell them that I was a girl with so many dreams. Some of them came true. Some didnt. Some rooted deep fantasies never came true. And I keep grieving over them. I keep fantacising...I keep day dreaming...and it always a mixure of guilt and excitement. The guilt is too strong it wipes off the excitement. Guilt of being unfaithful, ungrateful, unworthy...But I keep telling myself, as long its in ur head, as long as u dont act on it, its safe and u can have it.
But deep down I know that I will make those fantacies materialize...even tho they r wrong and dangerous... that is what I fall asleep thinking about every night. One day...just hang in there..












