I just wanted to take a moment to say this was the harder part to write than the first. This one really just attacks a general idea of how people live, other than facing one person that has broken your heart. Its easy to tell someone how they hurt you. Mostly becuase you know its going to hurt them too. I tried looking at it from the outside an the inside. Feel free to help yourself to the comments.
Hurt Part 2
The world is looked at so many different ways and by so many different people. I have to say that I see the world through my eyes and in part what it makes me feel. I can change my world but in some cases it can only be changed by others working together to change it. I have battles that I work through everyday just like the next person. I also have seen battles that people fight on their own and have no right to take on such an epic adventure without the help of others. Sometimes people succeed and corrupt themselves in order to accomplish what was not meant to be obtained by one person. Some people fail because they are broken, burned, jaded or just hurt by what they have seen. They give up. They don’t ask for help and they don’t care anymore about anything. Knock, knock the devil is at the doorstep and someone answered. You’re going to fail or you’re going to corrupt. It is a cycle that is continuing all over. There is always a war and there is always people fighting it. Wars are not fought by one person but many. So why take the challenge on by yourself?
I started out this way because I have asked for help on my battles. I have searched out many who could and have found none of certain trust. Not that I don’t trust anyone. Some people are so busy fighting their own personal war they forgot that people are simple creatures. Frail at that. After all what war can you fight without battle gear? I need some gear! I think that sometimes we can join and fight the same battle together? Nope, selfish creatures we are too. You want the Golden Fleece for yourself? Oh, sorry that was not what I was after. Thanks though, fail me once and I won’t ask again and I won’t help you when you ask either. My family fights for each other. I want to fight for you too. However fucking jaded you might be your slacking and the sunlight will still peek through just to prove some of the darkest hours are in the brightest days. You have no gear either, and yet you fight? Does that make you a hero? In whose eyes? Your own? You got nothing to prove to anyone. The final judgment is of yourself not of what others think of you. Did you fight battles that were won because the outcome gave just you something better in life? Or did you fight them because it was what made you a better person? Did you save anyone but yourself? Were you the only one asking for your Gods help? No, you weren’t, but did you do something about it? Did you change to make it better? Did you join hands and fight together? Or was it too hard to get along to finish? Crash and burn! Crash and BURN! Totally burned and battling by you again! Never lay that sword down! Always take up arms for those you would die for. But never take up arms for those who would not die for you as well. Don’t be confused with what you think is a lie and what really is the lie. Be mindful. Not all battles are epic. Not all battles are bloody and not all battles are over real love. But you still need some armor to protect you from the sneaky little minions.
Is this battle real? Of course it is. You may see it in a different “light” per say. I can tell you that I have climbed mountains with demons and lies and found myself alone and in the fog searching for the “light.” You know what I found in the light? Vampires that worship the sun! Yes, vampires that sucks the life right out of you when you are down. Fucked up and twisted you might say. But you too my friend have been a vampire once or twice. It might even be the reason you took up arms to start with. Once you feel the pain from that cycle you learn to fight it. You learn that life is a never ending cycle of pain and desire to fight it. “It’s just life,” you say. Maybe, but doubtful every single one of you will encounter the same battle or the same idea of what you are battling. Demons come in all shapes and sizes, just like liars do.
Then brings us to the question of when is it okay to stop forgiving the liars? The just bend the story in my favor kind of liars…little white lie? Doesn’t matter they are all lies and every single person on this planet has told a lie or two. Big or small, you have told one. Someone forgave you for it too! Sometimes we might question what a lie is and how trust might come to be involved with it. However, there are so many different ways to lie. Sometimes they don’t even need to come out of your mouth. But in your actions you can say a million words and never falter in your lie, until someone sees you do it. Then that lie is a thousand times worse due to the fact that someone just caught you in your little big fucking black hole they call a lie! You are a liar. That’s okay, so am I. I won’t deny lying to someone. I won’t deny lying to someone to try and save them pain or vice versa. More so with me the making it worse than the trying to make it better on them. In any case we are all liars. And we all lie at some point in time just to hurt someone else.
This brings me to a type of lie that is made by you and promised to yourself over and over again, time and time again. Just like when you tell yourself that something is wrong with you and you believe it so much that it starts becoming true. Yea, don’t look at me funny we have all been there. So now I ask, what lie did you tell yourself? What lie sent you down the little rabbit hole that turned your world upside down...that you started. When you realize that it is all in your own head and you can no longer justify the reasons things are so fucked up or are the reason things are fucked up? Funny thing our minds! Something about that fact that we can control that much of our body. It is really your fault you lied to yourself and it is really your fault that you hurt yourself like that…
