She'd grown tired. Tired of the raptured light burning the day into nothing but a cold whisper. Tired of the Ignorance of words from people of others to whom no fleshly resemblance abides. Tired of lies by those whom she had opened up every vessel her broken heart she had left. Tired of her lack of faith in humanity. Tired of being told again and again how pitiful not only the world was, but she was. Tired of night after night feeling a little less human and more of a mannequin. Tired of being unloved. Maybe being back with Him would fix this. She'd be miserable either way. This way, she'd complete the part that wanted someone. Even under pretense. Everyone calls him a liar, but who dare speak that of the truth? Maybe he was the only one who made sense. People ******** with her head as if she were merely more than a game to amuse them. She's tired of screaming. She's tired of being silent. Either way she has not the voice in which she seeks. She's tired of staring into apathetic eyes. She tired of her dreams being broken. Forget the world, living a life where she's called out on her flaws is better than not having anyone see her worth anything. At least being worth nothing is being worth something. She'd stab you with the knife you left to bleed down her back and inch further and deeper into her calloused body, but it broke when it hit her heart. These words fall short of anyone's ears. Somehow it's never a surprise. Maybe this is a goodbye. Maybe this is a hello to a familiar face.
 Made27 · Thu Apr 14, 2005 @ 01:56am · 0 Comments |
