I just love when someone gets mad when you call them out on something. It merely shows that you were right about them.
If you do not want to feel guilty or pissed about things that people bring up that you obviously know you do, either do not do those things around or to that person, or just get ready to be put on center stage when you know you are in the wrong.
Sad when you have to go through your friends list and find out who has blocked you since no one has the balls to tell you what is wrong anymore. Even worse when it was them who added you in the first place.
I open up to and show you my everything. Will you shy away as all the others or will you stand by me like the very few? Shall you contemplate if you shall halt my tongue so that your happiness shall be spared? Will you stare out of discuss and treat me like a toy, break me in two with your words and remove my head with your resentment of who I am?
If only I would have left myself an enigma to you we could stayed like we were. But now all is revealed except the pure sadness I feel from my decision. Do not worry you will not have to shy for long. For as time continues to flow ever lasting; a piece of me shall continue to close and lock away not only who I am but the shame that I feel.
The sheer amount of messages in my inbox that have not been replied to by others make me wonder why in the world do I waste my time sending messages and why do they waste theirs saying, "ask me" and "just message me and find out" when they obviously cannot reply to a simple hello how are you doing? For those who do reply I appreciate it and thank you.
I scream so you will listen and find what I say to be strong. My chest poked out and my back straight as if I am the alpha of my clan. But alas all efforts fail as you turn and laugh and feel no fear towards what I say.
I shout to be heard even from great distances, hoping my words shall be carried on the winds and appreciated by those who notices them. But the sound of annoyance is all that is returned asking for the screech to stop and play its melody in a better pitch.
I pout out of resentment and anger for everyone around me. They walk pass and without even much of a sign of concern or empathy, shrugs of their problems while mine stay written on my face. I ask for truth, the only value that makes me smile but all I get back are pouting faces of their own as they believe I am asking for too much of them.
I cry not because I am sad but because I pity you. I cry to empty my corrupted faith in you and feel myself with the hope of a better day. The tears I shed may be bitter and stain my cheeks but I know those around me who value my presence, as broken as it may be will wipe those tears clean; not with their hand but with their authentic smiles, and truthful words.
Acquaintances a plenty, associates a few. Some say they are my friends but is what they say true? How do I know that I can put my faith into you? *Holds gun steady*
The choice is not an easy one. But when the time comes can you pull the trigger and remove the fakes from your life and end your sorrow with a bang?
Had to ask myself today while cleaning off my friendslist if the person on your list could not even take the second to make you a mutual friend why bother keeping them on your list unless it was someone you actually spoke to? Seems like nothing more than unneeded clutter and wasted space.
Oh goodness Angels and Demons may have just been proven in my house. My cat was acting funny constantly poofing up and growing all of a sudden which is utterly out of character for her and began to pace at the window.
No one is out side and no one is near my home. She stops pacing and looks at the door and sits in this one spot on guard. Staring in my direction but then back across to the window she would not calm down. I get my beat some ass gear for I have had a cat attack me twice but this seemed different.
So I grab the holy water that I had left from my christian days and began to purify the house with whatever belief I had left as well as bless the cat with it. After doing so she stopped acting up and pacing the area.
Who knows she may have just saved me from the bringer of death or worse with her actions, ohohoh.
I lay here in torment as my body falls prey to your stare. Wrap me in your arms and drain me of my pain. Ravish me with sweet nothings but never just say what I want to hear. Entice me with your sweet nectar and embellish me with even sweeter dreams.
Emptiness eternal, turmoil unchanged, and darkness over flowing. I close my eyes in hopes that my sky shall glisten with stars, only to open them to a rush of flames. I flood my mind with thoughts of escape but drown in the reality of my own captivity. I beg for the right to an endless smile. Pleading for just one day of grand rapture from my solitude. Only to be plagued by never ending loneliness, untouched by even the slightest sign of remorse.
Tries to give props gets blocked, tries to say hello gets blocked, tries to start a conversation gets blocked. What the hell can no one just talk anymore and be nice? Seriously and I thought I was shallow.
