悲しみ と 切なさ

Blinded, I can’t see the end...
So where do I begin?

Whiskey-like

He's been into series of c'mon-let's-move-on talk to self lately.
Maybe he's convincing, if not forcing, himself to forget and let go things.
But, facing the mirror now tells him goddamn honestly, that it's fucking hard to do that.
And it takes his breath away in between seconds just thinking about it.

He cries. He cries every night.
The pain. The pain is still there; he thought it's a scar already.
But no. He can still feel the freshness of it...the dredge causing the intolerable pain.
He can forgive anyone but he can't and won't forget every detail of what happened.

I wish I could help him.