Poison.

I once knew a decent amount of people i could count on, and never did.
That's just the way I am. When I get too close to one human an alarm goes off inside me that yells 'back off'.
And I do. Because I've learned for long enough that my senses are always right.
My hate towards humans always has a reason for existing. And that reason is the sole fact that humans can never be something other than humans.
They cannot see beyond their own selfishness, they cannot see anyone besides themselves.
Because honestly, how many humans do you know that when in misery think of others? None.
Not even one.
I give each and every one a chance at being my friend. And few realize that I do not wish for their misfortune, and I only want them to be beside me and smile when I tell them about my view on everything.
But most after hearing those words get scared, or even worse, they think it's their own view, and take it upon themselves to spout meaningless words that together were supposed to illustrate that one knowledge, but instead is twisted in such way that I almost cannot recognize it.
Almost.
That's when my alarm goes off, and I ignore it, thinking that the effect of my ideas upon you will disappear, but they don't.
Instead they twist and coil around you, around your heart infecting you with poison.
A poison only I can stand.
Because frankly I've never seen a human be able to get past that sick poison and see the truth.
I've never seen one human wake up from the poison induced coma and tell me they know what I mean, but leave that idea alone inside their mind.
I never once saw a human be able to comprehend this idea.
And this is why from now on I will refrain from telling it ever again.
I will refrain from getting too close, from letting you be intoxicated by my poison.
And then you'll continue living your life, and I'll continue living my nightmare.
Because that's what the truth is.
~Post also published on my other blog, because I liked it and now I am too lazy to write a new entry. Also, I have another mindblowing headache.

Fall to your knees

You scream at me impossible words, you think I am no one, you say I mean nothing to you, just a pebble in a pond. You say you love me, tell me I mean something to you and then you break me telling me i am a stupid annoying person. You confuse me when you give me hell. You know I care for you, even love you, an emotion I never knew I could have. You took care of me took care of me, helped me in my life, told me you'll always stand by me support me through my painful life. Was it all lies, did your promises go into nothing on the way? I know I dissapointed you, made you cry for me, told you ugly things. But you hurt me, made my heart transform into cold stone. You think you still know me but I changed, true I keep the same facade of a pure cute child. Truth is I am adark angel, i heal but with a price, your life, your soul, your beating heart. I destroy you slowly because you made me see, made me realise you're just an illusion in my life, an illusion I love dearly and hold close to my heart. I can't leave you, I can't lose your bleeding heart because then I will be so lonely, so dead inside... I am scared that your love changed into hate. I need you, I am selfish, i don't want you to be happy, I want you to cry for me, it makes me feel strong, that I am overpowering you. I hate that part of me but it makes me imune to everyone, to every stupid word or thought. My power is everything I have, the power you give me when you suffer for me. Written by Crossberry June

Life's joke

Life is such a bitch, she knows how to play and she always wins. She dares you to play and she hurts you making you cry and she'll make you die. You want to win the game but you lose in shame, you can't beat destiny. You are born with your own faith and she follows you everywhere. You want to change your past but changing it means changing yourself. You don't want to change at all so you lose time thinking about what it could be when you can react and make life as you want it to be. You're just a sore loser. Written by Crossberry June

Blood red lace

Human, so weak, alone as hell you are so sadistic. Heart beating, soul so pure, you are so pathetic. Love,it will destroy you, it will hurt your heart and will make your soul jet black. Just because a man or a woman was there at the right time and place to destroy all your pure grace. They will leave you and so will their love, leaving you broken, killing your heart and soul. Your minf will scream for you to stop but you want to revive. You can try all you want, you are just a child, what is dead can never be alive... At your own funeral you will transform with demonic grace with your soul made of blood red lace. Written by Crossberry June

Forever black

At first, pure then turned to black that is how my life goes. Pain and hate filled my heart as trauma came to my life. I see my life passing by, the life I can't stop. I want to make a pause and think alone some time. I want a break from life so do I want to die? We are just puppets hanging from strings of pain and regret. Who is controling us? I lie to myself to keep being alive because i am scared of death. I don't want to give my last breath just yet... My soul burns, my heart aches...I can't help but cry...I cry only on the inside, alone.... I don't want to be pittied nor do I need your mercy I just need a world for me, a world forever black.... Written by Crossberry June

Fight.

Blinding, soaring, pain coursing through your body as you evolve.
Evolution is never as easy as it seems.
There is the comprehension of pain. And there is you, the human.
Until you choose pain, and ignore the easy way, you will be in pain.
Better safe than sorry.
You can create your immunity to pain through countless pointless evolutions that bring you nothing but infections of your conscious, that bring you more pain.
How you feel is of no importance to me.
But how you are is.
I do not care if you feel like shit, I need you to get up and confront that pain.
I need you alive and breathing.
FIGHT.
Fight the pain, go into override.
Do anything possible to move on, to get up, to start running again.
Because honestly now.
A lifeless shell of what you once were is of no importance to me.

Fake life

I wonder how they can live such ordinary lifes. They are all smiling and laughing with no care in the world, they don't know life will hit them so hard they won't be able to stand back up. How childish of them to think life is a piece of cake, they don't know that the cake is poisoned. They'll go through life, living a lie, with stupid dreams and fake love. Love....I think of it as a thing for stupid needy people who can't live by themselves. You were born alone, you will die alone. I hate people who live just to complete their loneliness. But what do I know I am not capable of love. What I know for sure that a life full of forced smiles and fake is not a real life, it's not reality, it's just a way to run from who you really are, a nobody, an unimportant figurant in an infinite movie. You will all die alone and unfulfilled because you are to greedy and you don't like what you have until you lose it all. You will blame everybody else for your mistakes but you can't lie, you're a failiure at that too. On your death bed I'll ask you how you liked your shitty ordinary fake life.Written by Crossberry June