Emotional Fatality

Wed, 06/19/2013 - 22:33 -- sllarry

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46254
United States
39° 50' 57.9768" N, 86° 15' 59.9256" W
46254
United States
39° 50' 57.9768" N, 86° 15' 59.9256" W
46254
United States
39° 50' 57.9768" N, 86° 15' 59.9256" W

Your words are like a pistol going off, releasing violent gestures.
Mind absent of the sense of safety and security, aslo
the well being and feelings of others.
Your love is empty like a hollow tip, piercing the heart of innocent bystanders
whose eyes over flow with tears of purity, and the most caring emotions.
Your anger has no target, just venting and unloading the hatred built up inside
of you over the years of heartache, unto the ones around you…..the ones that care.
Bullets have no name but they always chase down the ones who don’t deserve it.
The excruciating pain of being let down pours inside of my veins and ricochet from
the walls of my chest along with all of the organs that keep me well.
Like a wild bullet who aims to kill, waiting for the right moment to explode
execution style...and it was fatal.
But that’s what you wanted right?
No? Well now you’re the one who has to live with the guilt, of hurting the
ones who kept you alive, the ones who would give their lives for you.
Ignorant to the fact that you would be the one to involuntarily take it from them.
Now you must reap the consequences.
Judgment day is not far, and I have never been the one to judge you
because vengeance is not my payment
No vendetta will keep me sane.
I will not stoop down to your level because your conscience will haunt you in your dreams, thoughts and waking hours in the middle of the night.
I have done all that is possible to help you and it’s time for me to let go… and let god.
A wise person once told me that only those who risk going too far will ever know
how far they can go and you pushed it to the extreme.
Expecting to hear the answers you have always longed to hear
but now your eardrums only ring with the nerve piercing screams
Pleading you STOP?! PLEASE! YOU DONT HAVE TO DO THIS!
But your feelings contained caused tension & pressure & then POP!
You burst & now all is silent around you, all is still & you are careless.
You’re alone and isolated like a maniac in a padded room as
your mind acts as your own jail.
Its better that you’re alone now.
You can’t hurt anyone else, not even yourself.

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