The only thing left is what’s ahead.
I’ve been laying so still in bed.
Trying to figure out,
how I’m going to keep this up.
What my life will end up looking like,
when I’m already feeling as if I’m already stuck.
I’ve ruined things once again.
Like all those other times again.
And here I go again,
Living life without a friend.
Because I couldn’t simply differentiate the difference of,
just being friends.
© Duc Nguyen WordsOnEmptyEars, 2016