Good bye con. taste your can of worms
I can't believe the can of worms. Wow.
All I can say is lies spread like wildfires. So many to tell and so many heard. I now understand why I was "crazy" and "coldhearted". All because I read you so well. Amazing that when you try so hard to be different you still end up being the same old person. Your stripes don't change and the roles you play are just as predictable as the locations you are found.
Never was there a time I was a person to any point of life, just a means to another lie. A means to explore that crazy piece of me. Seriously you never once cared. Even branched towards others and spread so much crude.
How do you wake up every morning and feel like a human? I am just so curious how life carries on for you. So much of me, was exploited to your advantage. You are such a messes up person and I allowed so much. Ah and I recognized my father in you.
Even told you once when you were drunk. Played me like he did. Even treated me to the core like he did. Yet I allowed so much. Because I knew I would be a key point. Yet I didn't know where.
Now I do. Can of worms Jehovah needed me to say. I sigh.
Never really mattered at all to you. I understand that. And so much of me allowed the time and again returns. Because you knew me. Yet never guessed I would read you like a book of rotten fruit you are. And still I have great sorrow for you.
The fact that so many got harmed so you could escape. Live your life as you always dreamed it. I am sad. Found so much of hope and I had to let go. I had to forgive. I didn't forget the cruelty that I allowed for just one more time. Only to hear that you told others.
Disappointing that I let myself close again. I learned now that only was a game. Still you play on. Next conquest and next tirade of lies. Just a pity that you have to be like that with yourself. When will you begin to like yourself? That is my only wonder now.
Will you be in your seventies and realize that you were nothing, that you destroyed so many people or will you die without ever recognizing your hatred of yourself? I just know the licks of the world will be good. The tastes of what is given there in "freedom" will teach you, ever so rudely.
I hope it never comes to that, yet, I know that is how you will learn. That is how you will grow. For this I am so ever sorry that you couldn't attain it sooner, this freedom you needed.
I will always be CRAZY Mary or coldhearted to you. Even what you deemed me lately a stalker. When in actuality it is you who is such. It is sad that life opens up the blinds over people. To see what "creations" you make up to have the pity displayed upon you.
I hope those who follow finally see what is your true self. I hope that life gives you what you want and when you come looking for your past, don't search. Just keep moving. For I tire of being a part of your wicked parties.
I only wanted to be understood and yet you passed on the labels of me. I am sad that you never really knew me. And even worse you had to spread lies to others about me, your assumptions of me. Even worse is that I let you.
Now the can of worms, Jehovah is dealing with. I am grateful I helped open them. I am grateful Jehovah used me to peel back the layers. I know I did my part but I didn't realize that I was just the can opener and your aluminum was already in process of exploding.
I am grateful I am no longer associated with you. Nor that of listening to the banter of others who know NOTHING of me. All because your lies.
I truly have no pity for where you placed yourself. For you need whatever it is more than me. And I am grateful that I will no longer be a thought in your mind. Nor the hint of the lies that are carried upon your lips.
For someone will speak up to your current connection. It is not going to be me. For I have already done that duty long ago. I will not take it upon myself to warn anyone. I have given all my concerns to Jehovah and the brothers. So I pray for my answers. I pray for the mercy for me. No one else.
I can only hope one day you either find yourself true or die trying. That is my hope for you. Like my father I danced on his ashes. I don't think you are ever privileged for that. I don't hate you. But I certainly can't love you right now either.
But I forgive you for involving me in your twisted story. I forgive you of your lies. I forgive you of your deception but I cannot hold regard for you except that of what Jehovah asks me to do.. I will love all those who persecute me, that includes you now. So keep building your towers. Soon you will find yourself there. Crying.
I only hope that one day you realize just how stupid and insecure you really are. That the fall you find yourself in space towards the hard dirt, helps you learn what is real inside of you. Uncover the person you really are.
Yet don't try now. You have a long way to go. I know that. One day in my days upon days I will look back and say thank you. But for now I am just looking away, turning to the distance and growing in a new place. You will never find me.
Good bye con. I hope the day draws long for you and the time is slow. The mountain you have been climbing is a volcano and you have found your lava beds. I pray that you are able to be burned so you can learn just the tiny bits of truth within yourself.
No revenge I ask, but that of true depth, searching. One day, years down the road, I can see you running. Hoping that it isn't too late, yet it is. That pomegrante I saw you with has rotted. Now all I can do is hope Jehovah opens his arms for you then. A hope. But today I won't think on it.
I have been told too much and now I want to slink into the shadows and darkness. My allowances I made just for one more time. Only to realize I never could be anything. WOW!
All I can say is the trick was on me. And I allowed it. Sadly I let you in my world. Not ever again.
Good bye con. Taste your can of worms.
All I can say is lies spread like wildfires. So many to tell and so many heard. I now understand why I was "crazy" and "coldhearted". All because I read you so well. Amazing that when you try so hard to be different you still end up being the same old person. Your stripes don't change and the roles you play are just as predictable as the locations you are found.
Never was there a time I was a person to any point of life, just a means to another lie. A means to explore that crazy piece of me. Seriously you never once cared. Even branched towards others and spread so much crude.
How do you wake up every morning and feel like a human? I am just so curious how life carries on for you. So much of me, was exploited to your advantage. You are such a messes up person and I allowed so much. Ah and I recognized my father in you.
Even told you once when you were drunk. Played me like he did. Even treated me to the core like he did. Yet I allowed so much. Because I knew I would be a key point. Yet I didn't know where.
Now I do. Can of worms Jehovah needed me to say. I sigh.
Never really mattered at all to you. I understand that. And so much of me allowed the time and again returns. Because you knew me. Yet never guessed I would read you like a book of rotten fruit you are. And still I have great sorrow for you.
The fact that so many got harmed so you could escape. Live your life as you always dreamed it. I am sad. Found so much of hope and I had to let go. I had to forgive. I didn't forget the cruelty that I allowed for just one more time. Only to hear that you told others.
Disappointing that I let myself close again. I learned now that only was a game. Still you play on. Next conquest and next tirade of lies. Just a pity that you have to be like that with yourself. When will you begin to like yourself? That is my only wonder now.
Will you be in your seventies and realize that you were nothing, that you destroyed so many people or will you die without ever recognizing your hatred of yourself? I just know the licks of the world will be good. The tastes of what is given there in "freedom" will teach you, ever so rudely.
I hope it never comes to that, yet, I know that is how you will learn. That is how you will grow. For this I am so ever sorry that you couldn't attain it sooner, this freedom you needed.
I will always be CRAZY Mary or coldhearted to you. Even what you deemed me lately a stalker. When in actuality it is you who is such. It is sad that life opens up the blinds over people. To see what "creations" you make up to have the pity displayed upon you.
I hope those who follow finally see what is your true self. I hope that life gives you what you want and when you come looking for your past, don't search. Just keep moving. For I tire of being a part of your wicked parties.
I only wanted to be understood and yet you passed on the labels of me. I am sad that you never really knew me. And even worse you had to spread lies to others about me, your assumptions of me. Even worse is that I let you.
Now the can of worms, Jehovah is dealing with. I am grateful I helped open them. I am grateful Jehovah used me to peel back the layers. I know I did my part but I didn't realize that I was just the can opener and your aluminum was already in process of exploding.
I am grateful I am no longer associated with you. Nor that of listening to the banter of others who know NOTHING of me. All because your lies.
I truly have no pity for where you placed yourself. For you need whatever it is more than me. And I am grateful that I will no longer be a thought in your mind. Nor the hint of the lies that are carried upon your lips.
For someone will speak up to your current connection. It is not going to be me. For I have already done that duty long ago. I will not take it upon myself to warn anyone. I have given all my concerns to Jehovah and the brothers. So I pray for my answers. I pray for the mercy for me. No one else.
I can only hope one day you either find yourself true or die trying. That is my hope for you. Like my father I danced on his ashes. I don't think you are ever privileged for that. I don't hate you. But I certainly can't love you right now either.
But I forgive you for involving me in your twisted story. I forgive you of your lies. I forgive you of your deception but I cannot hold regard for you except that of what Jehovah asks me to do.. I will love all those who persecute me, that includes you now. So keep building your towers. Soon you will find yourself there. Crying.
I only hope that one day you realize just how stupid and insecure you really are. That the fall you find yourself in space towards the hard dirt, helps you learn what is real inside of you. Uncover the person you really are.
Yet don't try now. You have a long way to go. I know that. One day in my days upon days I will look back and say thank you. But for now I am just looking away, turning to the distance and growing in a new place. You will never find me.
Good bye con. I hope the day draws long for you and the time is slow. The mountain you have been climbing is a volcano and you have found your lava beds. I pray that you are able to be burned so you can learn just the tiny bits of truth within yourself.
No revenge I ask, but that of true depth, searching. One day, years down the road, I can see you running. Hoping that it isn't too late, yet it is. That pomegrante I saw you with has rotted. Now all I can do is hope Jehovah opens his arms for you then. A hope. But today I won't think on it.
I have been told too much and now I want to slink into the shadows and darkness. My allowances I made just for one more time. Only to realize I never could be anything. WOW!
All I can say is the trick was on me. And I allowed it. Sadly I let you in my world. Not ever again.
Good bye con. Taste your can of worms.
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