Strangling Truth

I know its painful, I don’t want to feel it anymore. I want to strangle myself to death rather. How come its taking over me? I can’t withstand this anymore.

I admit my mistake, I admit my confession as true, I admit I did what it is right now. Yet I want to be blamed no more. The damage has been done. I know, I did the damage. We involved here, many have been affected, the impact is intense and creating an aftershock still for this time.

I present my sorries as generalized. I thought I already knew. I thought I can. Yet the continuous accusation and mishaps render me as already enough. I’m taking every piece of it. I swallow every part of it. I can’t handle no more. I’m also fragile, the sensitivity is too high even my pride conquers it wholeheartedly. Now its broken.

Harshly, the solidity of our content liquidizes as time passes by. The bond preferred as forever is already taking its branch-like paths now. I thought it’s nothing, I thought this is one of those we can surpass, I’m resisting verbally and physically to it. I guessed wrong.

I don’t want to speak no more, as my silence commits its surrender to this endless sorrow. I hate this, however I can’t hold its mentality. I don’t care. I don’t mind.

NAGSASAWA na ako pota!