Blog Post 417

Demons No Longer Look the Same

You can go ahead and stop the act. We both know what you really came here for, so go ahead and take it while you can. I'm done trying to hide from you. You got your wish, and with that being said, you can have the other me as well. I'll never tell my side of the story ever again, and you can go about your life as if you never did me wrong, and never got to see me at my lowest. You can go and tell your friends how I did the most just to play the victim, or you can spread all the lies about me in any shape or form you desire. I don't care!! You have what it takes now, so go and do as you please. 

I know you think this is just a game of mine, but it's really not. I'm done being your little puppet, so by all means, take all that anger and guilt you have and throw it all at me. I'll take it all at once, even if it kills me in the end. I just want you to be happy and free, and I know if I stay any longer, you'll always feel like a prisoner of mine, and I'm tired of having you treat me like shit, so go ahead and take the key and leave like everybody else did. There's no longer a need for your existence, so go and gather all your things and go back home to where you belong. You can choose to come back and torture me to your desire, but I'll most likely be dead by the time you get back.

I know this sounds like a cry for help to you, but it's not. It's me simply being done with the manipulation and the back and forth when it comes to us being face-to-face. You call me this and that while I just stand there looking at you, asking what's your problem in my head. The thoughts you think I have of you will never reach the outside world, and I think it's best for you and everyone else you keep tagging along with to make me seem like I'm not shit. I swear it's like you crave my attention, and when you don't get it, you wanna go out of your way and reach out to those around you just so you can talk your shit about me, even though I gave you plenty of chances to do so when we crossed paths. I don't understand why you can't just face me like a man that you claim to be and let it all out.

It's honestly a shame you keep having to run away from your problems, which somehow I'm the only problem you have, and it honestly seems like you just like the thought of having beef with me, even though I offered to buy you some so you'd leave me the fuck alone. But I guess you enjoy the drama too much to actually see what's really going on. While you've been so obsessed with me I've been studying you like a book and from what I can tell/see is you're sad little boy who never got the love he deserved and that's why you go out and hoe around trying to find the love you should've had as a child but since you don't know what that love feels like you try and force it upon yourself to atleast feel at ease knowing it'll never last.