I think living in a bubble is really a pathetic escapism from reality.
We let ourselves believe the lies so that we never have to hear the truth.
I can understand why we prefer lies over the truth. After 13 years of believing one thing only now finding out the real truth and it hurts like hell. At the time I knew something wasn't quite right yet I let myself believe it because I needed some semblance of closure. Now the wound has opened again and slowly but surely its uglier than I could have ever imagined. I find myself hurting again and wonder if she's been hurting all these years. She must be,she's still here visiting or perhaps trying to let us know what really happened. I want justice, I want payback and yet after all these years I'm not quite sure what to do about it. I just want the truth known and I want her to be able to finally rest in peace.
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