I thought today,
and there was some menacing things on my mind I struggled to force away.
A lonely soul, disconnected, and lost touch.
Foolish actions gave birth to hurt, and aborted trust.
Why am I forced to silently be tormented by the things my mind refuses to let go?
Why after I release screams that no ears can find, I hear an echo?
It says to change.
I process it.
To recieve change monetarily, you give alot to be given a little back for an item that wont last.
That’s the example that comes to mind when I think aboout how my pride is what paid for that heart I was able to obtain in the past.
I no longer have that heart because I foolishly misplaced it.
I fight off labeling myself as careless and stupid, but how long can you combat whats real?
You can punch and stab at actuality with half-truths forever and ever to no avail.
Living inside my pain and insecurities while trying to a find way.
Attempting to bathe the unhealable wounds I’ve gained with the promise of a better day.
The hope dies and stress is revived.
Faith is faint and my depression survives.
How do I murder what seems immortal?
Electric chair and lethally inject a sadistic mental predator
and dead off any traces of its menacing mental replica.
Everytime it feels I’ve found what will kill it in something new,
they disappear and unfortunately its back to me and you.
Thats why I ask people for consistency, but I think they misunderstood.
I hope one day, I’m tolerated forever, and you’ll leave me for good.