Using someone for pleasure is a whole new pain you'll feel.
The feeling of their hands on you make you want to crawl away and soak in the worlds most potent cleanser.
The feeling of being misused. Your heart wants you to swallow it with alcohol or add wonderful, new addition scars to match the others.
The worst thing is that you saw it, but you couldn't do anything to stop it, because it would make you look weak and spineless.
You think they love you, but in reality they just want to use you to fix their broken soul.
Forgive me for confessing that I fallen, head first, in love, hoping for the parachute to activate in time.
There under lies spears as sharp as that blade in your hand. A river comforting the spears like the red dripping off your blade. The impalement is the most soothing feeling, like alcohol that takes the pain away and makes you feel as light as a feather.
Then they wonder why we have trust issues. The tears we cry at night to mourn our broken hearts. The hot showers and blood red skin from rubbing their feeling off. No matter how hard you try you can never get that feeling off your mind.
That slutty feeling that consumes you completely and reminds you of what you did.
They were never ours, because they just let us down and never helped us back up. Disappearing like they always do. Our voices cutting through the air to let the despair out that's consuming us from the inside out.
Watching as his new prey follows him like a lost puppy that's worshipping the ground he walks on. Listening to what he said to you, to her:
"I will never try to change you. I will always want the same you. I promise everything that I won't break your heart. I'll be there when you get lonely and keep all the secrets that you have told me, just give me your love and I won't ever break your heart."
My question is, is love even real or is it actually just an illusion that we think is real. Just maybe so that our heart doesn't feel left out so that we don't know it's a step closer to dying?
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The Truth Behind The Mask
RandomThis book consistes of short writings. Usually about what goes on in one's mind or feelings. Your choice to read it or not, but if you read it and don't like it please just stop reading the book. Thank you.
