I want to forgive, but hating is easier.
The wound is still fresh. Every memory that comes back to haunt me cuts deeper, not letting it heal.
I want to let go, but it consumes me like an intoxicant till I think of nothing, but the lies and the broken promises.
I don't want to be this person. The kind that is defined by the actions of another. I have fought my past for so long; I have never let it mould me. But this time I feel too weak to fight back. I just want to give in and let myself crash and burn.