Let Go

I never thought about it until it was too late. And then I couldn't stop thinking about it. Until the day I stopped thinking altogether. It's sad it has to go that way for some people sometimes. But it does. Some people are just born under an unlucky star or whatever. I'm not really sure, what you should do with this piece of information. I'm making myself sound really important. I'm really not. Or I was not. I was never really important. Maybe thats why it happened. I was easily wasted. Forgotten. I'm sure a few people missed me, but not for long. I was like a bruise. Like a bruise on a kid, that he shows to his friends proudly because he was tough and survived that crash on a bike. But people who didn't know the story behind the bruise would shake their heads or disapprove. I guess, I'm getting philosophical. Anyway, it's not about me. It never has been and it never will be. It's time for me to go for real this time. I hope he'll let me.