There is a fine line between doing what is right
& doing what you think is right.
Times where you know that no longer are you able
to do the things that you could.
It all drips from a gaping hole.
In a stream of dark crimson.
You can't contain. You can't hold it in.
There is only that much that you have left.

It's not a choice. It's a repercussion.

And you know that no matter what.
You've been there. You've done that.
No longer. Not anymore.

If happiness is always an option,
then why are certain choices made otherwise?

she spoke at
10:33 AM