I can’t even find the words to describe the state I find myself in, and for me that is saying something. Is this retribution for leaving you bleeding first? Is this your revenge? One broken heart for another? Cause I really don’t know how much longer I can take this. Every step has potential to buckle my knees beneath me and send me sprawling to the ground again. How much longer until I’m tired of getting up? I’ve reached the breaking point and I’m SICK of trying to be strong only to discover how weak I really am. I’m SICK of falling over and over. I’m SICK of hoping your answer was only temporary. And I am most definitely SICK of unwillingly holding on to that which leaves me broken and bleeding on the side of the road and watching people pass by on the other side as if I were a leper.
The oasis was just a mirage. There is no water in this desert.