People always say that we should turn our tongues seven times in our mouth before speaking. I always took it to heart, which is why I find it astonishing and dreary how people dare to throw them around without taking in consideration the outcome of it.
Knowing that I've just been a victim of that, I wouldn't know to express how much it hurts. It's like someone stabbing you with a knife right in your heart and it leaves you with a pain that nothing can heal..
Yes, I admit, I am fragile and NO I can't do anything about it even though I wish I could and dear Lord yes I hate it when people assume that they get how I feel because as a matter of fact, they do not understand.
They do not get what it feels like when you can hear your own heart audibly sink and how your eyes get filled with tears that you start crying in the middle of 22 people hoping no one would notice. I hardly think that there are people who relate and even if so, what are the odds that you know them?
...all of this hypothetically speaking, of course..
WORDS... just letters put together in such a graceful way to make sense, to reach out to the other.. Little are people who are aware of the power of words, which is why they use them in the most despicable and outrageous way. They're blinded and foolish. Their souls are as dark as coal and they have been deprived from the pure soul, I'm sure, they could've had..
I might be exaggerating, and I might be talking out of pure anger and hurt, but my heart is getting tired. There was this part of me dying to take a step and to finally overcome it all but there was this other part, mournful on the edge, who would freeze up and turn the 'daring me' in an iceberg.
..I am not trying to get anyone's sympathy, I do not need it, I just need to write down what I feel..
...I'm really start to feel like people do not get how being NICE can be wonderful and how a wonderful legacy it is to leave behind..
Many people tend to think that those kind of experiences make you stronger, others will tell you that they make you weaker. As far as I'm concerned, I still am torn about how I should feel about this whole thing because as much as I want to be strong and adopt an 'I don't five a f### attitude' my heart is still indifferent and lost along the way.
...On top of that, my day just got better by being lied to, lies.. everybody lies, huh? My day, as you can noticed, was so delightful... ironically speaking of course. I feel like this day is getting even better.
If my heart was kind of an item, I would take a cab and exchange it against one made of stone. Stone is good, stone is nice. Stone is better than this marshmallow that I claim to be a heart.
CONCLUSION : I am fragile and there's no way I'm going to blind myself.. So the only thing I'm hoping right now is for my heart to be sweet enough and forget..
Always yours..
Invisible Girl.
Knowing that I've just been a victim of that, I wouldn't know to express how much it hurts. It's like someone stabbing you with a knife right in your heart and it leaves you with a pain that nothing can heal..
Yes, I admit, I am fragile and NO I can't do anything about it even though I wish I could and dear Lord yes I hate it when people assume that they get how I feel because as a matter of fact, they do not understand.
They do not get what it feels like when you can hear your own heart audibly sink and how your eyes get filled with tears that you start crying in the middle of 22 people hoping no one would notice. I hardly think that there are people who relate and even if so, what are the odds that you know them?
...all of this hypothetically speaking, of course..
WORDS... just letters put together in such a graceful way to make sense, to reach out to the other.. Little are people who are aware of the power of words, which is why they use them in the most despicable and outrageous way. They're blinded and foolish. Their souls are as dark as coal and they have been deprived from the pure soul, I'm sure, they could've had..
I might be exaggerating, and I might be talking out of pure anger and hurt, but my heart is getting tired. There was this part of me dying to take a step and to finally overcome it all but there was this other part, mournful on the edge, who would freeze up and turn the 'daring me' in an iceberg.
..I am not trying to get anyone's sympathy, I do not need it, I just need to write down what I feel..
...I'm really start to feel like people do not get how being NICE can be wonderful and how a wonderful legacy it is to leave behind..
Many people tend to think that those kind of experiences make you stronger, others will tell you that they make you weaker. As far as I'm concerned, I still am torn about how I should feel about this whole thing because as much as I want to be strong and adopt an 'I don't five a f### attitude' my heart is still indifferent and lost along the way.
...On top of that, my day just got better by being lied to, lies.. everybody lies, huh? My day, as you can noticed, was so delightful... ironically speaking of course. I feel like this day is getting even better.
If my heart was kind of an item, I would take a cab and exchange it against one made of stone. Stone is good, stone is nice. Stone is better than this marshmallow that I claim to be a heart.
CONCLUSION : I am fragile and there's no way I'm going to blind myself.. So the only thing I'm hoping right now is for my heart to be sweet enough and forget..
Always yours..
Invisible Girl.
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