It's so tiring when everything hurts. Consequences bang at your door, normally a reminder of your responsability, but now they mutate in small insects that bite my thoughts and kill my energy. Doing, doing, until you break. Then you're useless and they will trow you away.
Oh wait, they would do it anyway. Just because they feel like it. You're just a toy for their amusement just as much as you use them as a distraction from the pain. We are creature of interest, only engaging relationships for our gain, our profit.
But now, it still hurts. Every activity you love, now is demonic. Just the thought of it repels you. As if a mysterious invisible force turned the switch and everything is now too much.
The mood drops, the mind spirals and everything Hurts Hurts Hurts Hurts
Your head is filled with flies, their sound is deafening and the world is blurry. Can't concentrate with statics in my ideas, can't speak with stones in my troat.
But i will do it anyway. Because i need to be a good friend. A good sibling. A good person. And to be good i need to be with you, spend time with you, speak to you. Because friends honors eachother masks. I turn my traslator on, repeat my acting and i'm ready for you.
And i will stay focused on my duties, can't fail just because i go out, interacting. It's not normal. I need to be normal, or i will die.
So keep on lying, gaslight yourself into thinking you're fine and the show must go on.
Or you will lose everything you've sacrificed piece of yourself for.
~Romrir
~Muhan
~Ecar
STAI LEGGENDO
Shattered mirrors, repair them with ore
RandomWhen you don't fit in this world, in your own life. A collection of thoughts, riflections or just some writing, to make it out sane from this strange theater in which we recite everyday.
