Have you ever been pushed so far that a line is drawn in your head. Your silently ticking away thinking of ways to ease the pain inside. While the person hurting you is consistantly unaware despire the looks of distain. You're anger burns and you weep with the feel of the weight of it all.
The only answer is distance, and the reasons seem to leave more questions. Good intentions are my golden pavement to the hell I made for myself. Maybe it's best sometimes to let it go. Then reality rears, to be a good person or to let it happen. I choose to be good. It back fires, like always. I failed a friendship and myself. The reasons for it blurred in nothingness of spun lies.
So many questions press on my head and I am left crying again. Then reality, things shift and others meet of the same mind. Logic, I forgot her and she is my friend. Lies are made clear. You're anger is a lie, its a cover for the fact that you're lying to yourself. I have my own back, and when you were not looking i had yours. You'll never know the times I defend you, the times I stood there and prayed for your good. You were bought and sold for a good fuck, for a 'pretty face' How can you be the decendent of some one who is not yet born? You're lies, so clear and I understand more. Time to slay some dragons.
I am breathing again, I am seeing with my own eyes. The eyes you borrowed. Enough. I demand my life back. You are a fool and making a fool of yourself. They are laughing behind your back. I am laughing too. You made a leap of faith and fell flat on your face. So much you didn't know, too much taken on the word of a false propher. You landed face down, your safety net, weak at best, and you are left alone. I am taking back me, and you cannot do anything about it. See it as an attack, I see it as a walking proof that you were wrong. I am sorry it had to hurt so badly. I am sorry it happened this way. But you had to know, it was going to end badly.
Best luck to you, but it ends, now. You are not me, you cannot have my life. The failure and bad luck around you. all your friends leaving you should be a warning shot. As you said "when does it stop being the worlds problem and become a little more centeralized" Perspective is a bitch, and it must suck to realise you're chasing someone who cut you off and cast you off when he was doing using you.
