The place is
blind, the sky is blind
Until you do
the right thing
Until we
calm the wrongs
I will always be surrounded by answers, always
be surrounded by people who won’t let me question. I may be a naïve child at
heart but I don’t need answers anymore, wrong answers. Don’t screw with me
anymore. When I thought I will let the days pass without narrowing them to my
righteousness state of sense, I may be a foolish but it’s difficult. It truly
is.
I can’t and I
just can’t. Then why are you making me? Over and over again.
I didn’t
want any lies, any of the small white lies but you pushed me and nearly
everyone into this pit of wrong choices. Now, I may not be able to ever get out
again and I may not be able to live like this.
Don’t ask me
what is so wrong here. I won’t be able to say a word but I may strangle you. And
that will again make me hate myself. Let me just stay at my place, I want to
wash away the blindness. Please don’t interrupt.
3 comments:
There are no answers here, only realizations that you knew them all along. The answers, surface.
:)
Bear with me if you would.
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
Bearing only! slowly and dying.
You won't have to die. Ask me to leave and leave I will =)
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