Please and thank you
The mind rushes into a sold story. The distance I have created to be no longer a part of your world. Oh how the eyes shut down. The cries of pain deep within. Not for the shallow existence of a man you are, no. More of the ache of how stupid others fall into the trap.
I almost laugh at how "simple" they are. Even down to the type - tone's of colors and shapes. So clear and yet the predictions of cycles and years involved. Soon the outdated model they become. Especially in the receiving of newly attained packaging.
So deluded they are. Water and mud. Yet I no longer care about that. Just want to explain the circles but who listens to the old ones who have been labeled? Who listens to the ones who understand the wheels you turn? Ah. None do.
Just the trickery played and not fully moving forward. So much is emptied yet you still stand in the ever drying mud. Cemented by the things you hold back.
What of those words that I fell for? How about them? It matters not because those of the past are crazy to point of asylum bound. Or so it is said. For that is the extremes that lay at your feet. To admit. Oh no.
And yet.. so much is wide open. There are so many locked doors.
The mystery of a man. Why they seem, deem all old women, crazy? Then wonder how in the world the next guy stands us - no.
We never really learn to trust enough, anymore, to carry forward the hope of another man. Burned. Buried are all those hopes we had. Even thought or idea to be attainable much less "matched" to another man.
Best not to wonder. But pick up the pieces shattered by the cannons. It's easier to be calle names than to hope love really exists inside any man. None really are worth the dime placed in your palm.
Just keep running, I do. Escaping the mess. I just hope life becomes real again without the hatred of your others bombarding me.
I thought I had heard the last of it weeks ago. How much longer must I endure the harassment and torture? It doesn't really matter, I suppose. Yet you don't need to concern yourself with my issues. My weights.
I am just so tired of some of current and past ones coming to me on all forums. When is it enough? Why do they even bother? I am not a part of you anymore. Never really have been.
When though, am I no longer a thought to them, to you?
Let me live.
Let my mind rest from all the assaults, please and thank you.
I almost laugh at how "simple" they are. Even down to the type - tone's of colors and shapes. So clear and yet the predictions of cycles and years involved. Soon the outdated model they become. Especially in the receiving of newly attained packaging.
So deluded they are. Water and mud. Yet I no longer care about that. Just want to explain the circles but who listens to the old ones who have been labeled? Who listens to the ones who understand the wheels you turn? Ah. None do.
Just the trickery played and not fully moving forward. So much is emptied yet you still stand in the ever drying mud. Cemented by the things you hold back.
What of those words that I fell for? How about them? It matters not because those of the past are crazy to point of asylum bound. Or so it is said. For that is the extremes that lay at your feet. To admit. Oh no.
And yet.. so much is wide open. There are so many locked doors.
The mystery of a man. Why they seem, deem all old women, crazy? Then wonder how in the world the next guy stands us - no.
We never really learn to trust enough, anymore, to carry forward the hope of another man. Burned. Buried are all those hopes we had. Even thought or idea to be attainable much less "matched" to another man.
Best not to wonder. But pick up the pieces shattered by the cannons. It's easier to be calle names than to hope love really exists inside any man. None really are worth the dime placed in your palm.
Just keep running, I do. Escaping the mess. I just hope life becomes real again without the hatred of your others bombarding me.
I thought I had heard the last of it weeks ago. How much longer must I endure the harassment and torture? It doesn't really matter, I suppose. Yet you don't need to concern yourself with my issues. My weights.
I am just so tired of some of current and past ones coming to me on all forums. When is it enough? Why do they even bother? I am not a part of you anymore. Never really have been.
When though, am I no longer a thought to them, to you?
Let me live.
Let my mind rest from all the assaults, please and thank you.
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