 Journal: No One Listens
-------------------------------------------Mood: The Pain InsideAwaken, welcome back to the world Stavie. Welcome back to the entire world you work so hard in escaping. Try not to acknowledge the fact that really no one can feel the feelings you feel. Try not to dwell on the fact that anyone will ever relate to the things you say about the feelings you go through. Every day is a battle to be happy, no one knows that, no matter how hard you try. No matter how hard you try to reach everyone around you, no one knows the hurt you go through. Maybe they care, but they never listen, or they listen, but they never feel.
No one around you can feel that hate that burns inside of you, and all you do is sit quietly as everyone persists for their daily desires. Every time your high, and you talk to your cousin, he just acts if you are in a constant ramble, do you tell him the feelings. No you don't, because he will never be on the same level as you. Hide in every hit you take deeper into your lungs, and try to float away by the music "you" want to hear. Will anyone acknowledge the quotations surrounding you anyways? This write, will it get you anywhere in the long run? After all, who wants to hear you complain anymore, who wants to hear you bitch?
We as humans all hurt inside, we all have something that we want and we can care less what the rest of our race wants, and that is simply what they do to you. That is all everyone does to you. You think that people would have a bit empathy but they can care less. Their regard for you is low. They think they no everything, and they want to be the center of attention.
Who is this typing away without your consent of control. This is your long time guardian. This your angel and everyone else's fear. This is your present darkness that you have abandoned for awhile. Come back to me. Come back and let me nourish you again. Let me feed your mind with my hatred that protected you from the heart break again. You've tried so hard to be so nice to everyone. But look what has happened to you. That nigger shitted on you. You know she stole that twenty dollars and tried blaming it on your cousin, and not only in return did you get money taken from you, she tried so hard to stammer you away from your loved one. This is what happens when you trust people. This is what happens when you put faith inside of people. This is what happens when you allow yourself to give into these bastards.
One job overworks you and the other abuses you. Your father hasn't called looking for you. That bitch he is with has not one picture of you, and she bears the wedding ring your father gave your dear mother you miss so much. Your family pissed you away so fast it is unbelievable. You are alone, miserable, and you hide it. Night after night you like to be alone, so you can cry alone in your room. You like to cry, I know you haven't for some time, but I want you to know it is okay for you to cry sometimes. It is okay for you to talk to me again alone in your sanctuary around candle light. Come back to me. I give you so much more comfort then these fools. If you want to light up, light up again, but alone. Be with me. Write with me. Hate...
...Created 2008-01-29 05:17:20 |
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