Me, myself, I
I'm telling myself it's okay. You can keep in, it's not that important to be yelled out, gulp it and move on. There's a lot ahead.
Me: sure, always:)
I'm scolding myself for reacting so rude, for not taking things in a right way, for thinking so much, for EXPECTING so much.
Me: sorry, won't happen again:)
I'm shouting at myself for being so dumb, so pathetic and so swamp in case of feelings. Also for liking and dying for people who least bother your existence.
Me: i didn't think that... Okay. Sorry:)
I'm crying in my arms trying to lift myself up, it's too late, these shattered pieces already had choosen to flow with the passing gust of tears.
Me: awaits for the sun to rise, as always:)