Blood, Sweat and Tears

They say "We are all dying, one second at a time."

So really it doesn't matter what my ultrasound results were. I am no one special, the world would never miss me. People get born and people die all the time. No one can ever change that.

I can't blame people for walking away from me. Lots of times I wish I could do the same damn thing. Just discard my troubles and sadness like an old pair of shoes tossed in the trash bin.

Sure it's easy to like me when I am at my best, and just as easy to detest me when I am at my worst. I want to be close to people, yet I always drive them away. Mostly because when I get really depressed I don't like myself at all. Because I don't see the good in myself, I want someone to prove it exist. To prove it by refusing to discard me , even if I push them away.

In movies that happens all the time. Everything is wrapped up and tied with a bow before the credits roll. Real life is never that simple. It is blood, sweat and tears from birth, until death.

I am dying , everyone is dying. Some just sooner than others. Many of them like me with memories of times gone by and friends that have drifted away and are lost forever.