What is the good in holding on, when the rope’s already burned?
What is the good in saying “i love you”, when you don’t even know how to love yourself?
What is the good in demanding respect, when you don’t even try to salvage your own dignity?
What is the good in asking forgiveness, when you don’t even know what you are sorry for?
What is the good in saving others, when you can’t even save yourself?
What is the good in saying goodbye, when the feelings never really left?
Why bother to laugh? To love? To live? When you don’t even have any more reasons to breathe?
#JustLive
Musings of the Rad Doll 