Treasure Island

novoti gcisakazi Calpurnia jiya

(16 April 1994 / Taleni)

Confession Made By a Prisonner


It doesn't make me proud of who am i
It doesn't make me feel good because i did it
No matter how much i try and fight it so hard
It is always with me
They say time heals
They say it's going to be okay
But how can i be okay if i know,
I know that i did

I am not so proud of what i am
I am not so happy of who i am
I find it so hard to breath arounf people
I hardly ever get out because i know,
I know that i murdered
I know i traumatized innocent souls
I know i made people go through dificult time
I know i made people to be their own enemies, and
That is why i am not proud of who i am.

Submitted: Sunday, April 21, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013
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