I've seen people who claim
not to suffer
cry in hotel bathrooms.
To be born without a heart
is merely practical, not fulfilling.
Those who suffer
have an eye for suffering.
As I've gotten older
I've come to understand
life is an exchange;
you lose something,
you get something.
That's a simple deal,
but no one tells you what to do
when something gets back.
Now you're stuck with an old friend
while you're a new you.
You love him,
but you can't stand him.
Guess I'm sorry for growing up.
But **** it,
give me my ghosts
and let them haunt me.
I'm sick and tired of numbing pain.
A gun only stops shooting when you stop reloading it.
Otherwise you've got generational trauma.
**** people who use their pain
as an excuse to hurt someone else.
**** saying pain made you who you are.
Those who glorify pain haven't healed from it.
We're all in a rush
to be disqualified from being human.
I envy those who are comfortable
with that position.
At least they've found something to hold onto.
Guess the rest of use just have to start over.
Call it a Perestroika of the heart,
call it tearing down the walls,
or don't call it anything.
Only thing that matters is to stop the bullet.
Jun 4, 2022
Jun 4, 2022 at 3:57 PM UTC
I've seen people who claim
not to suffer
cry in hotel bathrooms.
To be born without a heart
is merely practical, not fulfilling.
Those who suffer
have an eye for suffering.
As I've gotten older
I've come to understand
life is an exchange;
you lose something,
you get something.
That's a simple deal,
but no one tells you what to do
when something gets back.
Now you're stuck with an old friend
while you're a new you.
You love him,
but you can't stand him.
Guess I'm sorry for growing up.
But **** it,
give me my ghosts
and let them haunt me.
I'm sick and tired of numbing pain.
A gun only stops shooting when you stop reloading it.
Otherwise you've got generational trauma.
**** people who use their pain
as an excuse to hurt someone else.
**** saying pain made you who you are.
Those who glorify pain haven't healed from it.
We're all in a rush
to be disqualified from being human.
I envy those who are comfortable
with that position.
At least they've found something to hold onto.
Guess the rest of use just have to start over.
Call it a Perestroika of the heart,
call it tearing down the walls,
or don't call it anything.
Only thing that matters is to stop the bullet.
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