I Have Something to Say
I'm sick of it all. The empty promises of hope that they give without a second thought; these words of inspiration meant to turn embers into a blaze.
Just like a loving parent, these lecturing words; words of comfort; words of motivation - they come down as rain drops from the darkening clouds.
But, just like a bullet, these words pierce my ears.. and exit just as soon as they came. The blood that splatters and the organs that rip open are the memories that were locked away for what felt like a millennia; leaving me no time to process the advice and all my focus to addressing a re-opened wound.
And, just like an errant child who'd lost his lollipop, I too complain and whine about all the misfortunes the life has thrown at me. Not because I seek advice; nor do I seek pity.
It is purely for me, a form of relief; a form of release; a ritual performed in hopes that I can cure myself from what ails my mind - as I know no-one can help me, except me.
Just like a loving parent, these lecturing words; words of comfort; words of motivation - they come down as rain drops from the darkening clouds.
But, just like a bullet, these words pierce my ears.. and exit just as soon as they came. The blood that splatters and the organs that rip open are the memories that were locked away for what felt like a millennia; leaving me no time to process the advice and all my focus to addressing a re-opened wound.
And, just like an errant child who'd lost his lollipop, I too complain and whine about all the misfortunes the life has thrown at me. Not because I seek advice; nor do I seek pity.
It is purely for me, a form of relief; a form of release; a ritual performed in hopes that I can cure myself from what ails my mind - as I know no-one can help me, except me.
