COST.

the wind was cold, along with it came the smell of the sea,
and mashed with memories
there is nowhere to run sometimes,
protection from hurt is represented by a door
that stays bolted and shut from the world outside

inside here, there is nothing that i dont want to see
no one i cannot talk to.
i feel safe being here, sometimes.

words are powerful, they have the ability to build someone up,
or tear them down to the very last of their soul
just because words dont take much effort to say,
doesnt mean the impact of it will be any lesser than that insignificant effort
you made to blurt them out.

what was the intention? right now, does it matter?
even if we fought, killed, bled and died
will the end result remain the way it is?
its sad that sometimes, the entire situation depends on one person
and that one person doesnt let go,
along with him, he dragged loved ones
shackled them to his own pain and memories
forced to remain in darkness forever


when will you let go?