Say Something Else
Sometimes, it's just difficult. It's very difficult. Tell me something else I don't want to hear. I'm not listening. So go ahead and waste the breath that's produced by your diseased infested lungs to which poisons the air around you as you exhale each word. Go ahead. I'm just a raging shadow ready to sneak behind you and sufficate the throat to which your life depends and lite everything around you on fire. Go ahead. Keep talking.
Somtimes, it's impossible. You're impossible. Be overdramatic. Yeah, the sky is blue. Oh my feaking God you got to be kidding me. Really? It's blue? Wow. Might want to call CNN and ask for a reporter who will write and publish this story for you. I mean, it's got to be told so everyone knows how amazingly blue the sky is. People need to know this.
However, I see your pain. I understand your pain. I hear and recognize your pain. I'm one of the few that can appreciate that. Sometimes, life is just so out-of-whack that it changes you. It changes who you are and who you'll be the rest of your life. I know this. I know death in-of-itself has the most dramatic impact on the living. Especially a death that you believe to useless, preventable, or even something that perhaps if you had said something different, done something different, you wouldn't be feeling what you've been feeling all this while. I know. I've seen it. Take a breath. Relax. Enjoy the peace you have now.
Peace is a gift. It's a gift for those who need a break. It's for those who need to rest and get well again. It's for people who can't cope and see themselves reacting to things you've seen by reinacting them yourself. I know. I've been there myself. I know what that's like. So rest while you can because this time is yours and for your healing.
Instead of spreading disease-infested toxic air, just allow peace to circulate around you and breathe clean air for yourself.
Somtimes, it's impossible. You're impossible. Be overdramatic. Yeah, the sky is blue. Oh my feaking God you got to be kidding me. Really? It's blue? Wow. Might want to call CNN and ask for a reporter who will write and publish this story for you. I mean, it's got to be told so everyone knows how amazingly blue the sky is. People need to know this.
However, I see your pain. I understand your pain. I hear and recognize your pain. I'm one of the few that can appreciate that. Sometimes, life is just so out-of-whack that it changes you. It changes who you are and who you'll be the rest of your life. I know this. I know death in-of-itself has the most dramatic impact on the living. Especially a death that you believe to useless, preventable, or even something that perhaps if you had said something different, done something different, you wouldn't be feeling what you've been feeling all this while. I know. I've seen it. Take a breath. Relax. Enjoy the peace you have now.
Peace is a gift. It's a gift for those who need a break. It's for those who need to rest and get well again. It's for people who can't cope and see themselves reacting to things you've seen by reinacting them yourself. I know. I've been there myself. I know what that's like. So rest while you can because this time is yours and for your healing.
Instead of spreading disease-infested toxic air, just allow peace to circulate around you and breathe clean air for yourself.