It’s like this: I give up. The only thing that’s stopping me is the pain I cause to those I leave behind. My pain or theirs.
And so it is a vicious cycle until I finally have the balls to decide. My pain or theirs.
I don’t mean to go emo, I loathe that shit as much as you do, but I cannot deny nor apologize for what I feel.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.