Glass Scattered
The pain inside makes everything so cluttered inside. Last night, last week, last month, whenever it was, i thought when i woke up the next day things would be dandy. But it was such a disappointment when i woke up. It was like when I woke up, all the pain woke up with me. I want to be out of my misery already. I want to be set free from this collapsing life. I want to build up these walls again until they are finally steady. I hate this emotion that keeps tarring away at my flesh. I dislike, with a passion that certain lives kick me until I’m down and hurt. Maybe they did it with intention, maybe not. Where did the love go that i thought people had? What is love? I don't know anymore.
I’m talking about the people who beat on you. Do they ever think about how the person on the darkened side feels? I don't think they noticed me as a person until they saw the pain in my eyes. They see it and then they stop and think. Then they do it again, because they are not sure about what they've done. But once they've done it enough, they suddenly jolt back in sorrow. And it's rather just... disturbing in a weird way. They couldn't help but hurt me one more time. Maybe i didn't open my eyes wide enough.
"Life’s for living not living uptight." It's true. I want to live without the pain and suffering. I pray, but i need to build up my faith. It's these days, not five years later to begin living again. Young now, not exactly forever. I've got to find myself beneath these bricks before my years are blinded by the pain and arrested by death.
I’m talking about the people who beat on you. Do they ever think about how the person on the darkened side feels? I don't think they noticed me as a person until they saw the pain in my eyes. They see it and then they stop and think. Then they do it again, because they are not sure about what they've done. But once they've done it enough, they suddenly jolt back in sorrow. And it's rather just... disturbing in a weird way. They couldn't help but hurt me one more time. Maybe i didn't open my eyes wide enough.
"Life’s for living not living uptight." It's true. I want to live without the pain and suffering. I pray, but i need to build up my faith. It's these days, not five years later to begin living again. Young now, not exactly forever. I've got to find myself beneath these bricks before my years are blinded by the pain and arrested by death.