Physically... Emotionally... Mentally abused; you would think that all the pain one feels, others wouldn't seem to be amused. But yet, masking the pain to camouflage any hurt is difficult as hell; tell me have you ever bottled up 12 years of hurt?? It's more painful than being in a jail cell.
Imagine, having the loudest voice but yet no one can seem to hear you... Imagine, always being too silent and self conscious but it seems as if everyone wants to kill you. Imagine, hypothetically of course pulling all the hairs on your body off strand by strand; now hypothetically imagine having 7 million dollars but still in debt by default by 100 million grands.
Picture outside being bright, sunshine with flowers blooming all over, now turn around three times and it's pitch black with nothing but storm clouds over your shoulders. Now tell me this, how do you have the fully loaded detailed directions of how to get to point a to point b... Now tell me how you walked ten steps but nothing from sight or memory is coming to, clearly...?
How many times do you have to fail to be successful? Tell me how much is too much when you're withholding a stressful chest full?? When will life ease up from all these things? When will it seem that ya life will go back to being sane?
Tell me how many times will confusing signs pop up in all these unfortunate things? Tell me how do you make a change while making a change that won't change?
It's unexpected...
By Kiara D.
(GrowinPainz27)
GrowinPainz27
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love_supreme says: Insightful write, loved the flow. |
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GrowinPainz27 says: Thanks ???? |
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The Immortal Wize says: You express frustration very well, I'm on your team. |
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Unexpected...Physically... Emotionally... Mentally abused; you would think that all the pain one feels, others wouldn't seem to be amused. But yet, masking the pain to camouflage any hurt is difficult as hell; tell me have you ever bottled up 12 years of hurt?? It's more painful than being in a jail cell. Imagine, having the loudest voice but yet no one can seem to hear you... Imagine, always being too silent and self conscious but it seems as if everyone wants to kill you. Imagine, hypothetically of course pulling all the hairs on your body off strand by strand; now hypothetically imagine having 7 million dollars but still in debt by default by 100 million grands. Picture outside being bright, sunshine with flowers blooming all over, now turn around three times and it's pitch black with nothing but storm clouds over your shoulders. Now tell me this, how do you have the fully loaded detailed directions of how to get to point a to point b... Now tell me how you walked ten steps but nothing ... |