Roleplay Confessions Collection: Invisible
A/N: Well, this is the third one and there may possibly be more today, because, for some reason, these are gradually pouring out of me. Anyway, same grammar warning as the other two. This one is the shortest so far, I think. Enjoy~
lying is bad for your health, or don’t you know? was that just some fact of life that you never learned? or has it become something you’ve just discarded? how about this: did you know you can lie without saying a word at all? maybe you don’t… you must not know since that’s what you do. you lie to me every single day, whether you talk to me or not… you’ve become twice as distant and it’s the little things you do that try to tear everything apart. i can feel it, even without seeing it with my own eyes. you seemed fine with me at first. is it weird for me to miss that? feels like it. will you sit in the park with me? tell me your story. tell me what makes you tick. tell me what i’ve done. why do i feel wrong and that i’ve wronged you? we’re separated. you’re too okay with this. i’ll take my breath while you refuse to spill your guts. because there’s just no point in telling me the truth. i’ll just stand here while you throw your stones. i feel the needles pricking me as you say what you please. who gave you control of the game? who made you the author? you’ve changed the rules and i’m left dumbfounded. left to believe only what i’ve heard while you turn away. look at me. spill it. tell me. why? i don’t want it to hurt but what can i do? i’m breaking and you’re walking away. i’ll sit here and pour out these words. you’ll never notice because you never do. you’ll ignore every single word i say. because you don’t care. and maybe you never did.
lying is bad for your health, or don’t you know? was that just some fact of life that you never learned? or has it become something you’ve just discarded? how about this: did you know you can lie without saying a word at all? maybe you don’t… you must not know since that’s what you do. you lie to me every single day, whether you talk to me or not… you’ve become twice as distant and it’s the little things you do that try to tear everything apart. i can feel it, even without seeing it with my own eyes. you seemed fine with me at first. is it weird for me to miss that? feels like it. will you sit in the park with me? tell me your story. tell me what makes you tick. tell me what i’ve done. why do i feel wrong and that i’ve wronged you? we’re separated. you’re too okay with this. i’ll take my breath while you refuse to spill your guts. because there’s just no point in telling me the truth. i’ll just stand here while you throw your stones. i feel the needles pricking me as you say what you please. who gave you control of the game? who made you the author? you’ve changed the rules and i’m left dumbfounded. left to believe only what i’ve heard while you turn away. look at me. spill it. tell me. why? i don’t want it to hurt but what can i do? i’m breaking and you’re walking away. i’ll sit here and pour out these words. you’ll never notice because you never do. you’ll ignore every single word i say. because you don’t care. and maybe you never did.