MadManWithaBox
January 10th, 2011, 01:07 PM
What if she is that fucked up?
What if she deserved her pain, and her anguish?
What if no-one ever understood, or emphasized her pain?
What if she was remained in this fucked up state for the rest of her life, no matter how short that may be?
She loved him.
She thought she did, she didn't have a clue. Not one fucking clue.
She felt so alone
Surrounded by people
But was left in total solitude with her problems
She was terrified of herself
She needed the pain
She needed to see her own blood spilt on the ground
She knew how messed up she was
She knew she only hurting herself to satisfy her sadistic pleasures
But she couldn't stop herself
Her problems, so seemingly minor to others
Surrounded by people so much worse than herself
It didn't seem right to complain
It just seemed wrong
No one listened.
No one cared.
So she thought.
He cared.
He was, true, mired in a sea of his own problems.
He might have a long way to go.
But he was still there, always there. Only thanks to her.
He cared so much, it hurt.
It was an undefinable love, the kind that bursts out your chest like a balloon.
He would carry her, struggling to save himself.
He would pull her back from the edge
and the forces of darkness surrounding the pair of them
They would engulf themselves in their own power
Golden fire, burning them, raising them up, making them stronger than they'd ever been.
And together, they'd wake up. And they'd be... stronger.
What if she deserved her pain, and her anguish?
What if no-one ever understood, or emphasized her pain?
What if she was remained in this fucked up state for the rest of her life, no matter how short that may be?
She loved him.
She thought she did, she didn't have a clue. Not one fucking clue.
She felt so alone
Surrounded by people
But was left in total solitude with her problems
She was terrified of herself
She needed the pain
She needed to see her own blood spilt on the ground
She knew how messed up she was
She knew she only hurting herself to satisfy her sadistic pleasures
But she couldn't stop herself
Her problems, so seemingly minor to others
Surrounded by people so much worse than herself
It didn't seem right to complain
It just seemed wrong
No one listened.
No one cared.
So she thought.
He cared.
He was, true, mired in a sea of his own problems.
He might have a long way to go.
But he was still there, always there. Only thanks to her.
He cared so much, it hurt.
It was an undefinable love, the kind that bursts out your chest like a balloon.
He would carry her, struggling to save himself.
He would pull her back from the edge
and the forces of darkness surrounding the pair of them
They would engulf themselves in their own power
Golden fire, burning them, raising them up, making them stronger than they'd ever been.
And together, they'd wake up. And they'd be... stronger.