It's hard to heal.
To really feel again.
To stop asking why
To stop all the sighs
In my head.
If I could erase every memory of you I wouldn't do it. Yes, I would think about it, but my life would be so much different otherwise. My life would probably not be as good.
I need to face my dragons, my demons. I need to grab my sword and chop of their heads:
Every. Single. Day.
You tried, I guess. You failed. God doesn't though, and that's all that matters.
