Post by Lilypool on Nov 8, 2011 22:25:37 GMT -6
MY WALL;;
You defy everything I've ever taught, told, or forced myself to believe.
I believed the world was hell.
There was no beauty, there was nothing to look forward to.
Life was day by day. Boring. Pointless.
Sometimes I wondered why I kept getting up in the morning. Why I didn't just push a little harder then normal, wait for the puddle of blood to surround me.
I had no drive. Nothing made me want to keep going.
I always thought the pain, emotional at least, was inflicted by someone else.
Some faceless, nameless, heartless b----.
Life was a haze.
I pretended to care. When someone hit me, when someone glared. Let hurtful words pour out of their mouth.
There was nothing to me but the dull white of my wall.
My wall. The one thing I could return to. The one thing that was always there.
You added color to my wall.
Suddenly I got to stare at something that made my jaw fall to the floor.
You added meaning to a once meaningless, seemingly pointless exsistance.
You say I seemed content when we met.
I told you I have quite the collection of masks.
I could look happy.
Sad.
Angered.
None of it was real. Nothing mattered. Life was a haze.
There was a reason I acted as if I hated you.
I knew you'd understand, I knew you could shatter my collection with only a few words.
I'm not entirely sure how I knew.
The look in your eyes?
On your face?
The words that left your mouth?
Whatever it was, it added something to my life that was needed.
What was that something, you ask?
Perhaps it was...
You.
[/colour][/size] I believed the world was hell.
There was no beauty, there was nothing to look forward to.
Life was day by day. Boring. Pointless.
Sometimes I wondered why I kept getting up in the morning. Why I didn't just push a little harder then normal, wait for the puddle of blood to surround me.
I had no drive. Nothing made me want to keep going.
I always thought the pain, emotional at least, was inflicted by someone else.
Some faceless, nameless, heartless b----.
Life was a haze.
I pretended to care. When someone hit me, when someone glared. Let hurtful words pour out of their mouth.
There was nothing to me but the dull white of my wall.
My wall. The one thing I could return to. The one thing that was always there.
You added color to my wall.
Suddenly I got to stare at something that made my jaw fall to the floor.
You added meaning to a once meaningless, seemingly pointless exsistance.
You say I seemed content when we met.
I told you I have quite the collection of masks.
I could look happy.
Sad.
Angered.
None of it was real. Nothing mattered. Life was a haze.
There was a reason I acted as if I hated you.
I knew you'd understand, I knew you could shatter my collection with only a few words.
I'm not entirely sure how I knew.
The look in your eyes?
On your face?
The words that left your mouth?
Whatever it was, it added something to my life that was needed.
What was that something, you ask?
Perhaps it was...
You.
EDITED BY: SWIFTWISH.