Write It Out

by, Cassandra

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So sit and write it all out. All the pain you've ever felt, all the hate you haven't overcome. And all times you've spilled your heart and soul to someone only to be left in the cold, replaying your words over and over again. Wondering what the hell prompted you to put yourself on the line and hope that something would be different this time. Haven't we learned yet? It's never going to be different.

So sit and write it out. Who knows, maybe it'll actually do some good someday. But for now it only makes it worse, but it's like a drug that's impossible to resist. Eventually we'll succumb and fall right back into this trap. Spilling everything we feel out onto some unknowing, uncaring paper. The words, the proof of all our pain etched out in ink. And no matter what… there's no going back.

So sit and write it all out. I mean, what else can we do? There's no going back, we can only go forward, lugging all our pain and betray behind us. No matter where we go, we're always going to be tainted by the past. It's never a clean slate, no matter what we want so desperately to believe. There's nothing we can do, but try and deal with it however we can. If only time could really heal all wounds.

So sit and write it all out. Let your tears fall, maybe they'll actually cleanse. Scream if you must, maybe it'll get it all out into the open. Maybe someday we'll be able to get past this. Maybe someday the future won't seem so dim. But for now there's nothing we can do. Nothing but write out all out hopes and fears and betrayals and regrets. And hope like hell that they never get thrown back into our face.

So sit and write it out. Do it for you, do it for a loved one. Do it for something. Find something to live for, and if you can't, find something to die for. Life needs some kind of meaning. Write to relieve the stress, or write to vent the anger. Do something, anything. Don't let what little life we have pass you by. Because, once it's gone, you can never get it back. And then you'll have yet another regret to write about.

So sit and write it out.