Words don't work on the wounded
Words may not heal your soul, but they help. Sometimes its good to be quiet and other times all you want is the noise, the noise of someones elses words to pull you out of your thoughts, out of your memorys.

But I would never wish for anybody to understand, because that would be wishing for someone else to have gone through the same things, and that I would not wish even on my most loathed enemys. People are wrong when they say that they know I wish ill on them so that I may be happy, so that my world might not change. I might not like being left behind but I would step away in a heart beat if it ment that someone else could be happy, even for just a second. They don't see that I would die for not only thier life, but just their happiness, thats good enough for me; "Give me something to die for to make it beautiful to live" -unknown.

With no release I'm afraid that one day all of my hurt and rage will come spewing out and I will hurt someone else. Before I never had to worry about that, I knew who I was hurting and thats fine. I couldn't live with myself if I hurt those close to me, that would be to much...That day seems to be coming soon. But I shall call in the reserve, the one rule that I'll make for myself and keep thankyouverymuch. Hopefully that will be enough to stop the flood. But I may drown.
- posted by Catherine @ 4/18/2004 06:10:00 PM (0) comments