She's a little broken. She can't change the past, but the past will still change her. She's angry, and a little bitter. She's bitter at the stars that won't shine. She's bitter at the lights that won't let them. She's bitter at the friendships she bleeds for...but they never even bother a band-aid. She's used. Like a rag. Rung out and cleans up each and every one of their messes. Until she's worthless. Torn and battered. Forgotten. That's the message they keep sending. This is why she's so confused. She's nothing. But people are tired of her angsty little ways. If she's not nothing why not give her value? Why not pour into what she's poured out for you? Why not cry yourself to sleep because you're in pain. She's done it. But you're not her. And she's not you. She's not a God. She's not a saint or a millionaire. She's got what she has to offer. But you take one look at it and shove it right back. It's not good enough. She's not good enough. She's not worth your time. You've used her up and dried her out. Her value is one with the nothing....no....she is one with the nothing. She's being pathetic. She needs to snap out of it. She's tried. Night after night. Thinking maybe someone would make her smile. They do....but they never mean it. They only make her smile to be used. To be forgotten. She's nothing to worry over. She's another lump of space. She takes up your air. She blocks your path. She wastes your gas. She inflates your prices. She's a walking, breathing, cost of economic failure. So why not use her instead? It seems simple enough. Her words repeat. Like a computer searching in binary. It's all the same. Number after number of the same old cliched items. Word after word of meaningless crap that no one reads. This is why she's broken. This is why happiness is so hard to find. Sometimes she feels you've won. You've succeeded in making her feel like nothing. The white flag doesn't even please you anymore. She's no reason to surrender. You won't stop your game until Apathy has taken over her. Apathy has make the scars. Apathy will break her flesh, Apathy makes her beautiful. But beauty means nothing to her. She's never done it for a fashion statement. Her heart actually feels. Her heart bleeds. Her tears are real. You're just too cold to care. You're too empty to feel. She walks in silence. You never hear the words anyway. Only twist them to appease you. Blame her all you'd like. You pushed her into the Path of Apathy. Then maybe...maybe you'll be the one left alone. She's no need for you. She's no need for anyone or anyplace or anything. Just silence. And the phone never rings, and the messages never blink. She's got the silence. And your apathy. Now see how you like hers.
 Made27 · Thu Jul 14, 2005 @ 06:49pm · 0 Comments |
