Juice.

i don't know how many times that I've hit the point of no return. How many times i said i was done and then dove in for more. How many times have I shed just a single tear? How many more times will i? I don't understand how people in way back did it. I can see why people killed themselves, it was the easy way,the peaceful way,the stress-less way. For me it would be defeat,even though I would be dead my pride would be alive,it would be wounded. Like what you did to me. How many guys have said the same thing,done the same thing,left the same way? Maybe it is my fault. I could handle that. I will not handle being hurt again. I want this next one to be a long way from here. Let lust be lost. Pain be conquered/ Love be let go. breathes be breathed. Words would flow. I want things the be the way they use to be, when i didn't give a damn about things. I would just flow. I would change like morning does day. Day does night. How seasons change slow and come back quick.

 I just want to be me again. Is that too much to ask?