Why is it always a cruel existence?
why does fate take all happiness away in an instant?
What makes people think they can just throw me away
what makes a person so jealous that they believe the man they love will stray?
How can I be the brunt of every joke, yet take the abuse that they inflict?
How can I stand to let them say cruel things to me, about me, yet stay silent to avoid conflict?
Where am I to go from here, a life that stands still and has no where to turn,
Where will my life lead me if I remove the knife of pain in my heart and let it scar as easily as a burn?
When will it be my time to shine, my turn to never suffer or worry?
When will people begin to see me and understand why I dont want to live my life in a hurry?
Who has the right to step all over a person and use them as if they deserved to?
Who can help me realize that I am not here to be used by people who say they love me the way they do?
My life is cannon fodder for every one else to use.
I am tired of being a punching bag, or there for some one to abuse.
Fate's cruel hands have twisted my life to be used to the pain, the degredation caused by others.
Twisted, to be manipulated and put down, for my trust in the human race to be pulverised by the people I considered my sisters and brothers.
Once I had a heart as free and trusting as a child,
Now the stone that encases its blackness corrupts and weighs yet can no longer be defiled
To those who are my friends, I appreciate you and shall never abandon you. I shall help you and hold you when you cry.
Yet never again will you see a tear from my dry eyes, nor hear a scream from my lips sealed tight. This is the hatred you have created. Be prepared, those who have screwed me over, said they loved yet only used.....be warned of the monster in me waiting to destroy.
LIFE IS A BITCH, AND SO AM I!!!!!!!!!!!!!
