358th Post

Mistakes made.

A price paid.

All that is left.

Are the lingering bitter memories.

Sometimes i wish i was a VCR.

Because a VCR can record.

Stop.

Play.

Rewind.

Fast Forward.

But sadly.

Life does not give me those options.

Apart from Record and play.

What is gone and past.

Can never be rewound.

Everything remains inside me.

Until the day i pass on.

And that is where i press the Stop button.

All the pain trapped inside.

The anger.

Constantly living lie after lie.

Just to contain it.

With the faintest reserve of energies.

How long it will last.

I know not.

Perhaps just before it finally runs out.

It will direct my hand to pick up a knife.

And plunge it deep inside.

To finally hit the Stop button.

I am so tired.

So So So.

Tired.

Sigh.