go to hell

söylediği ne varsa çok haklıydı.
söylediği ne varsa o kadar haklıydı ki sürekli kendime lanet ediyorum.
bence ben körüm.
inanmak istemesem de bence her konuda haklıydı.
bence ben yatıp uyuyorum.
ben özür dilerim.
sınavım var sinirlerim bozuk benim.
atılmamış tokatlar, öpülmemiş dudaklar, gidilmemiş yollar, içilmemiş şaraplar.
ve ben kendime hep bunu yapıyorum:

HURT

I hurt myself today,
to see if I still feel.
I focus on the pain,
the only thing that's real.
The needle tears a hole,
the old familiar sting.
Try to kill it all away,
but I remember everything.
What have I become?
My sweetest friend.
Everyone I know,
goes away in the end.
And you could have it all,
my empire of dirt.
I will let you down,
I will make you hurt.
I wear this crown of thorns,
upon my liar's chair.
Full of broken thoughts,
I cannot repair.
Beneath the stains of time,
the feelings disappear.
You are someone else.
I am still right here.
What have I become?
My sweetest friend.
Everyone I know,
goes away in the end.
And you could have it all,
my empire of dirt.
I will let you down.
I will make you hurt.
If I could start again,
a million miles away.
I would keep myself.
I would find a way.

Johnny Cash