Your statement isn’t true. You said an outright lie. And you down right knew it.
Atrociously, you even said it with a cheerful sing-song cheerful voice and added a smirk in the end. What a ravishing end. To me, it was as though you just spewed profanities right in my face.
If I could only shove a pipe down your throat, then you wouldn’t be able to repeat those insulting, hurting, self-inflicting words again. But what’s done is already done. You can’t undo the past. What’s said has already been said.
It's hard to stand on shifting sand
It's hard to shine in the shadows of the night
You can't be free if you don't reach for help
You cant love if you don’t love yourself
I know your intentions. It doesn’t hurt anymore to be left out.
‘Perfer et obdura; dolor hic tibi proderit olim’ Besides, three’s a crowd. Three people with strong personalities will just end up frequently clashing into one another. Sure, you two merged into one. I don’t mind. I don’t envy you guys. I don’t feel a thing. I respected you two. But I think you’re going way overboard with you’re inconsiderate, thoughtless talks. I often pondered, you two had each other throughout the tough and challenging process. You two were often one. I had two more other with me. We were a trio while you both were twins. But now I’m left alone. It feels so vulnerable. It’s like being stripped of everything, standing in the dark with no one there to comfort you or tell you that everything is going to be all right.
I don’t need your pity. And I don’t want it. None. Nada. Glitch. If only the other two had pass. We’ll be having tons of fun now. But who am I to complain? I’ve learn so much.
It's like the sun is shining when the rain is pouring down
It's like my soul is flying though my feet are on the ground
Its like the world is silent though I know it isnt true
Its like the breath of Jesus right here in this room
To be tougher. To not mind your insulting retorts. To keep my mouth shut cause you don’t deserve my breath. I’ll just be wasting it. To learn to be on my own. To count on my own abilities. To think. Hard. To learn to forgive you. To smile as though it doesn’t mean the world to me. To be tough. To stop the tears from flowing. To learn to trust in God. To learn to seek Him. To sum it all, God is always there for me as long as I have faith in him so I should SMILE for whatever’s worth. Why bother worrying.
Whew, all’s out. Don’t I feel relieved. Everyone I mentioned above is going to remain anonymous. I like it that way. Then everyone can go on thinking or believing that everyone lives their happy, peaceful blissful life. Or that maybe Kelly needs some counseling. Oh well… Shucks. I’m perfectly fine, emotionally. The same can’t be said physically. But I’m healing. So smile. *Trust me, you’ll get sick of this word, thanks to me. =]
P.S. Hey KH, I should have bought you the pink one. Then you can show all the girls you’re gayness. ROFL.
P.P.S. That was Latin. If you want to know what it means. Ask me.
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