The One with the Smell of Death
Ego is a very fragile thing, it bruises pretty easily, and after a few bruises it becomes a permanent mark. Last night was a bad night, it didn’t have to happen, but yet it did. Cries and tears were inevitable, the sunken feeling was there.
I have always believed that GOD gives us each test to make us stronger and with each test to make us learn and grow into the people we were meant to be. But strangely last night was beyond that, it didn’t feel like a lesson anymore, it seemed strongly of failure. Failure to meet requirements of which i don’t even know about.
I have taken so much beating that I feel like that hero in the movies where he gets beaten up by 10 over people and he just lies there and then you can one tear coming out of his left eye. This was it, it was definitely my breaking point.
I can’t imagine how someone can go through this and walk with a head held up high anymore, I pretend everything; everywhere I go I wear a mask, a mask to hide my tears and my feelings. And if you look deep inside, you’ll find a hole, a whole left by me. Someone I used to be.
