Two people that were in love, would never be this cruel to each other. I don’t care what happened, how it ended, who said what. If you ever, once, cared about each other, you would not be capable of the things you say and do.
I came home from school, and me and her got in an argument…just a stupid one, like we always got into. I got mad, and told her I was going to leave to go to my friend Sam’s house who lives down the road. I slammed the door shut and went to my…
You stand up. Get up, ready to fight. You let go of all your fears, will yourself to once again believe. Hope. You convince yourself you are unstoppable. That if everything isn’t ok now, it will be soon enough. That things are a lot better than you are making them out to be. That things could be so much worse.
So you get up. And you’re finally filled with the energy to get through another day. To even hope for a future… a thought that has chilled you to your very core for as long as you can remember. But now, with this new-found energy, you are undefeatable. In that moment, you are infinite.
From somewhere that you not only can’t see, but can’t sense, you are hit. Hard. A blow that knocks you out cold. You’re left laying on the floor. Cold. Alone. Helpless. You’re in pain, frightened. As you muster the strength to look around, you realize that everything around you has changed. Things are different now. There is no light, only darkness. There is no hope, only an illusion. There is no happiness, only sadness.
And you lay there, totally hopeless once more…
Until out of the minutest particles, you somehow gather enough strength, enough energy, to restart the cycle once more.
Or is what might have been just to hard to forget. Do the memories haunt you, do they beg and they plead? Are you satisfied baby, or do you wish it was me?
Sometimes, I do hope you think about things: think about me and suffer. Knowing you screwed up. That your stubbornness cost you. Sometimes, I hope it hurts. Even that, sometimes, you cry. I hope, sometimes, you experience the pain that you caused me, even if just to the smallest fraction.
But this is not like me. To wish badly upon anyone. To wish sadness and pain. I just wish you’d at least realize what you did to me. That maybe you’d be sorry. At least to admit it to yourself, if not to me.
But it’s ok, everything you did. Cause I am where I am now, because of that. Everything that happened has led up to this moment, and I am stronger and better because of it. So thank you.
It’s crazy to think that in this very second right now. Someone’s dying. Someone’s cheating on their wife. Someone’s writing a suicide note. Someone just lost their daughter. Someone just got diagnosed with cancer. Someone just got in a car accident. Someone’s pregnant. Someone did cocaine for the first time. Someone just got raped. Someone took another person’s life. Someone hasn’t talked to their dad in years. Someone’s abusing their spouse. Someone’s signing divorce papers. Someone killed themselves. Right there. In that very second, all of that happened somewhere out there in the world.