I said I won’t care but I still care.
I said I won’t love but I still love.
Maybe if I choose to be a bad person, it will make my life easier.
But this heart won’t allow me.
I was scolded, butchered, tortured by my own heart, the righteous and moral.
While my mind always stops me from being an entire good person, out of logic and fear of being crushed down by everything out there.
In this fight between heart and mind, no matter who won, I still suffered the injury.
But how could I cure it when it’s invisible.
The injury is all over me and I need a new soul.
I want to be a new person.
Leaving this entire entity,
Full of complicacy.
But even if I was born again.
Will this still be my destiny?
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