zaterdag 9 oktober 2010

calling a retard names is like asking a crocodile to stick out it's tongue

After all these months, I sit in my empty room weeping, broken, broken by you. Verbally abused and nearly killed by eyes of fire. Every word stung me like a dull knife, every look that I felt was wrong. For a long time now I've buried my anger. I feel unbearable pain and fatigue. I have no strength to talk to you, I would rather be someone you don't know for I would do anything to forget. I can't be a friend, because it is impossible for me to put things aside that in my eyes were so terribly unfair.

Today you've pushed yourself into my open wounds, just when the bleeding began to slow down. If you want me to call you names, you'll have to find another blonde dramaqueen to spit on you. The only thing that remains is to hang my head and cry, because I did what I thought was best for me. I wish I could banish all those months from my head, I want you to be someone which is unknown to me. I opened myself to you, and then got dumped again. I don't know if you can you imagine what I had to endure the past year, I trusted you. I trusted you blindly, pouring my heart out to you. It seems there's no pause button in life, emotional garbage continues to pile up at my door. I get no breathing space, it seem I'm pushed to swallow untill I drop dead. I'm not angry, I cherish no anger. Whatever you wanted to achieve with your rending message I hope you have achieved. Cause I'm broken. In my eyes you're a liar because I feel taken for a fool, for you're not honest with those around you. In my eyes "Which does not know can not hurt." is the same as a lie. I hope from the bottom of my heart that you know this wasn't just about you, but a trust that was broken again in my life. Having to let go of a familiar thing again.

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