Caricamento in corso...

Post traumatic stress disorder......

Is there no end to my shame?
Humiliation has made me feel lower than the graves of the dead. I have embarrassed my name to the point of exhaustion. I wish to walk in the shadows, never again seen in the light of day. I followed the footsteps of dark dreams believing there was a light at the end of the night. My own selfishness, pride, arrogance, and lust raged within the depths of my mind. I am the master of my own internal destruction. I perfected the habits of defeat. My grudges against the world boiled over and burned me to my bones. Leaving me with an emptiness inside. I still feel like I left the fire on still burning me inside. Why did I create this fire?My fate it seems is not without a sense of irony.
I have become paranoid of my own thoughts. Afraid of my own actions. Fearful of the vices of love.
I feel everything and nothing at every moment of the day.
I live with regrets and continue with optimism. I choose to regret to learn from the rights and wrongs of the world. To not regret is to leave myself vulnerable to repeat the same mistakes. I sacrificed everything to gain nothing. I am still alive; I am still able to love; I AM GOING TO CONQUER.

Altre opere di Jaime P. Rivera...



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