I get this feeling sometimes that people are avoiding me.
Not good.
Q:What do you do when you've really been found out? When the lies to cover up the lies are discovered? When the real you is found on the Internet? What do you do then?
Anonymous
All you can do is try to have some decency, tell the truth, say you’re sorry and leave if you can’t stay.
Q:Smile.
Anonymous
Just smile and try to move on?
I am not sure if I should stay or just try and move on.
What do you do when saying the truth is not true enough?
Q:If the truth isn't enough, then there is no point trying to explain.
Anonymous
That’s how I feel sometimes. What do you do when someone you love doesn’t trust you anymore though?
Hey, life?
I’d like to go back to the moment when I set this trap that would make my words lose their weight over time. Yes, that moment when I took the wrong path without knowing it would push me off a cliff at the end.
If you can’t help me on that one, at least take me to the moment when I locked my heart inside of hers and threw the combination away. Please have some mercy and stop laughing at this hole in my chest. It’s not funny. The only reason why you’re laughing is because I’m human and you have power over me.
But then if that’s still asking too much then please just give me the combination and I’ll go get my heart myself. Hurting me now I’m already lying on the floor is unfair. I have no where to run to, life. I’ve destroyed all the shelters I used to hide in. Your anger at me no longer has a purpose for I’ve been defeated already.
See, life, we’re not much different, you and I.
We’re both causing people pain. Unintentionally, but continuously.
We’re both so angry that people learn how to stop loving us, but have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe, we kind of deserve it?
disturbed
Everyone has their own demons but how you fight them is what defines you. I chose to hide and act like it was nothing so they pretended they had left just so they could sneak behind my back and grow bigger than before since I couldn’t see them.
They waited until I was all alone so they could break me into pieces and destroy all the things I built with so much effort, with so much love. Fear came and tied me down, left me on my knees and laughed at me while Pain repeated over and over all the things I should have said when Lies was the one who really had power over my tongue.
When they left me completely exposed and there was no shelter I could run to, Love placed his hand on my forehead and told me I should be strong. Stronger than the others, stronger than all the lies people made me believe about myself during all these years.
I cried for days wishing I would find enough faith to get up and write all of my mistakes on my face so everyone would see them, everyone would know them and I could finally break free from the wounds the demons caused me. Now I’m still not sure if I’m strong enough to do it but I’m doing it anyway.
I’ll either be broken into a thousand pieces that will be scattered all over my frustration’s floor or I will be able to fight for who I am and send my fears back to the black hole where they belong.
The demons are back again. They’re back to h[a]unt me.
This time I’ll shoot them in the face.
Q:Sometimes you talk of yourself like you're a bad person, it's confusing. I've never seen anyone undervalue themselves like this.
Anonymous
Brokenness can save a life.
I’m sorry, dad.
I am not the man you wish I was,
but I haven’t given up on it yet.
Give me time, dad.
I promise I will make you proud.
Q:Hello. I just wanted to say how much I love your writing. Part of me just wants to give you a hug.
Anonymous
Being that kind, part of me wishes you weren’t an anon. Thank you so much, it means a lot to me.
I'm honestly nothing but a learner of all things.
