I feel like I'm
slowly deteriorating, fading into the abyss, the void eats me
piece by piece, little by little and I stare and I stand still as i offer myself "go ahead, I wont put up a fight."
its been eating at me for
months and I honestly don't know when i'll fight back, when I'll take a stand for
me,
when if i'll finally say the words "try eating someone else for a change."
and then I realize I'm
weak, pathetic even. I'm not confident but I'm not sad, I'm
emotionally repressed, cold, shaped off of years of trauma and past abuse, that's why I don't put up a fight. the psychological warfare is too much and its much easier to put myself on a silver platter then to stand up for my rights.
it wont be satisfied until I'm hanging by a mere thread, yet I wont be satisfied until I speak up.
its waiting, its playing the long game, waiting for me to finally say "with the way things are going I wont last another day." and honestly
I might not, I'm hanging by an invisible thread and yet I'm
stubborn determined to give it
zero satisfaction, I refuse to let
it win and take me over
completely.
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I'm happy, everything is great! I have friends who acknowledge and cherish me. To me there is no void, sure it was originally a void but its full, of love, desire, happiness. The void eats me piece by piece, little by little but I'm content, because it feeds me too, so I stand still as I offer myself "go ahead, I wont put up a fight!"
its been eating at me for months and I don't think I'll ever fight against it, I don't need to take a stand for me, I'll take a stand for us if needed but i deem it unnecessary. if I ever say the words "try eating someone else for a change."
and then I realize I'm naive, weak even. I'm not happy but I'm not sad, I'm emotionally detached, surface acting, shaped off of years of trauma and past abuse, that's why I don't put up a fight. I'm known as the epitome of happiness so my true feelings have never come into play making it much easier to just act happy 24/7 and ignore my feelings for others opinions and feelings. I'm supposed to be the strong and happy one, I cant be sad so I wont, i'll shove everything down.. until it all blows up in my face at once and I snap. I wont stand up for my rights because I feel as if I don't have a choice, its the voids choice.
it wont be satisfied if I'm hanging by a mere thread, it wont care, yet I wont be satisfied if its not satisfied. its waiting, its playing the long game, waiting for me to break so it can manipulate me even more, waiting for me to finally say "with the way things are going I wont last another day." and honestly I might not, I'm hanging by invisible threads like a puppet and yet I'm stubborn determined to give it no satisfaction, its my time to rise, because I'm not a player, I'm a puppeteer.
you are loved, even if you feel like you're worthless and nobody's proud of you just remember I am. I'm here for you even if I don't know you because that's what a decent human being would do. there are always 2 sides to a story and grass isn't always greener on the other side, no matter what you may think. stay safe, healthy, and happy!
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inspired by misery meat by sodikken, puppeteer by epic the musical, depression, suicidal thoughts, manipulation, abuse/trauma, and my true story.