If I am to encourage another, can I hide my own flaws while professing for another to forgive themselve for theirs. Once upon a time, I was angry with the world. Angry with my life. Angry in love. I chose to hurt than to love. I chose to bury myself in what I believed was the truth. But once it all unraveled I realized the truth I thought I knew, were just made up pieces of fairy tale. A fairy is for entertainment purposes only, but my heart was not a fairy tale. I experienced people entertaining themselves off from the hurt within my heart. Digging the knife deeper and deeper, while sharpening it each day. I hid these moments only because of the concern I had for the person holding the knife. How can you tell someone that the knife they are holding will eventually be the knife used to take their life. While all the while they receive the sheer enjoyment of watching you in agonizing pain, plead with a ghost for your life.
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