This past year led me to believe I was getting the redemptive things when in reality I just got progressively more hurt. I've been hoping there's a way to somehow put those things in the past even though my heart is yet weary. Somehow, the thought of a clean slate - cliche as it may be - gives me the slightest bit of peace.
It's really hard to believe the future doesn't only hold more pain, but some part of me does, surely that is worth something.
It's really hard to believe the future doesn't only hold more pain, but some part of me does, surely that is worth something.
