Just as I thought I can let things go slowly, memories haunt.
It had been years, you left, taking part of me with you.
If death is the end of your path in this world, then It is the beginning of my torment for life.
Things had never been easy, sometimes I wanted to scream but I couldn't find my own voice. I'm suffocating here, I wanted to run, to hide, to do something but I can't.
Only if things can be dealt with in much easier way.
Just another rant here.