You told me not to trust the Darkness But you never told me why Then all the sudden you were gone And you left me there to lie But the Darkness came to comfort me It held me while I cried It whispered secrets in my ear And told me how you lied The Darkness said you were once its friend Much like it is now mine But then you pushed it far away A clear and simple sign What you did it hurt the Darkness You made it hide and cry You almost made it wilt away You almost made it die But the Darkness said I could help I could be the key All I need is to **** you And take your final plea And now's the day I found you at last And there is nothing you can do You told me not to trust the Darkness But now I don't trust you
Trust is supposed to be treasured. Kindness is supposed to be given. Friends are supposed to be helped. Love is supposed to be free. Promises are supposed to be kept. So... Why Do Hearts Keep Breaking? Why is Trust thrown away? Why is Kindness only taken? Why are Friends used? Why is Love kept in chains? Why are Promises Broken?
Lies are nice The essence of lies is to hide truth’s true form of purity or defamation, considering the protection it entails for countless reasons. Lines of lies by smiles to eyes each side a blind side of layer, reason, caption of safety that remained fiction.
Give me a chance and I will morph like clay Remember my past I'll be gone in a day Point my imperfections and I will love you Pretend to lift me up and I will see through Speak to me in the dark I'll stay by your side Wave to me in light and you will be denied
Sometimes people think they're so slik I find it comical.
Is my cause to live the cause for eternal death? Is my cause for death my cause for eternal life? As I have mentioned in my other writings, nothing ever dies. The physical form diminishes into thin air and rots, and the soul, the spirit, the ghost, takes on a new form. This bordem got me feelin' weak. Hearing other peoples thoughts, conversations, am I being tested to immoral justice? Am I being tested to focus on the subconscious, even though it hurts more than the conscious. It hurts, to have a gift of such empathy and unconditional love. I feel 100 knives stab me all at once. It twists through the knots of my intestines It rips my skin off and allows my blood to pour It pulls my heart out and has me aching in misery BETRAYAL It's something I've experienced but still experiencing. It HURTS. So bad, my mind has me in sorrowful loneliness. "Cannot trust anybody" She says a million times, and that voice, that voice is right. They smile to your face but whisper unwanted words to your back. The wonder of who's real has me whimpering in weakness. I have become weak and it is my thoughts to blame. I fear them... Nobody to trust but my unwanted pain.
Cannot trust anybody, the 5th chapter of my life: Trust
If I am writing about you now, then you have stolen from me something as precious as the gem I was named for-- my voice.
Though, I'm afraid our encounters were never quite as cinematic as Disney's animation-- no tantalizing mist of green shrouding our figures, no sweet harmony evaporating from a frightened, rouged mouth in wisps of golden light, and absolutely no happily ever afters.
See, you've always had a catty flair for stepping all over me like a Just Dance Mat-- yes, I'm quite familiar with the way you toy with others, myself included; and the **** has never defeated the Game Master.
Call a ***** a *****; I know very well that I can't change you or what you did me.
I can't undo the hurt.
But I can reclaim my voice.
Through poetry, I will say all the things I wish I had the courage to say to you way back when in response to your cruel fuckery.
I will expose you for what you truly are-- a petty, self-righteous sea (witch) *****.
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