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11/2012

Imagine.


Imagine you're in pain. Real pain, constant pain. Not physical pain, but an emotional pain, one that won't let go, no matter what you do and how you feel. It's a sharp, unending pain that doesn't get any easier with time.

Imagine living in fear. Every single day of your life, you're afraid. You're afraid you might get hit by a car, or an asteroid will destroy Earth, or you'll get sick, or somebody dies. It's not just because – you have been diagnosed. But even treatment doesn't help sometimes, after years you've been living in fear. You fight, every day of your life, but it doesn't make life any easier.

Imagine not belonging anywhere. Even when you're with friends you may have picked up along the way, you never belong. You're always an outsider, simply because you can't get attached enough to come inside. Nobody sees you in real life. You barely have a reason to exist. You only care enough about your DVD boxes, your best friend and your small family. Even in your big family you don't belong. Sometimes you don't feel belong even with your best friend.

But life goes on.

You're in a place you neither like nor hate. Most of your days you spend in a place you don't care about. You feel alone there, surrounded by idiots who can never care enough about you, even if they wanted to. You have no challenges, you're constantly bored. You're wasting what's supposed to be beautiful years with people you don't care about in a place you wish was gone. You can't quite, and you can't leave. There's nowhere else to go to.

There are some nice moments – but they're few, and are lost quickly in the bigger picture. In the bigger picture you find yourself unable to believe people, unable to trust them or to stick to anyone. You've got friends, but sometimes even they mean nothing. You can try believing something else, but the truth is even you can tell there's nothing left for you around here. You have already been at the top – there's only down to go from there.

You remember everything. You remember who used to bully you. You remember everyone who had lied to you, who cheated on you, who left you in your worst hours. You remember your own father yelling at you that you're pathetic and scaring you to death all of your life. You remember always having to take care of your little sister. You remember all the pain you've caused and all the pain that people have caused you.

You look at all the facts, and you wonder – what have I left here? You wonder… if there's nothing you really want to do, there's nothing in life you enjoy that makes sense… Why are you here?

You find the answer in the image of that one person you don't want to cause pain to, yet you have repeatedly done so. You refuse to let go of everything, only to not hurt that one person who has always been there for you. But inside you, you still wonder what's left for you here.

Now look me in the eyes, and tell me that you really can't see why I'm giving up.

נכתב על ידי The Oncoming Storm , 24/11/2012 17:48   בקטגוריות Heartbreak / כאב, מילה עליי  
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