paradise to parody
I want to be so lonely , that I start to live again. So hopeless that I start to see again. I just want you to bloody get out of my head! Please get out. 'How do you do?' You ask me. I don’t bloody know! Confused, guilty, angry, hurt, tiered and even shocked may be; but 'I am fine’, I say and you carry on. I feel like a half worn off sticker on the door; neither completely in nor out. Stuck somewhere between, what only seems like the parody of life. No, I am not sick, but I am sick of this world. No, not of my life, but of those who force ownership in it. Of those who wring it apart. 'I need help', you say, while you shamelessly take away, every drop of me. It’s a world of scoundrels! Of this, thou shall never let me forget. I rest in peace, in knowing I have been right all along, about taming this monster within me, to not engage, to not feel, to not react. A monster, so dearly known as heart.