If I could write to you I would. If I could tell you what you'd done i'd explain every detail. I dont even have to think anymore it just all comes out, sometimes too fast for my hands to keep up.
Truth is we all have one. One of those people who kick us when we're down, who knowingly and repeatedly beat us to the ground leaving us bruised and bloody; because they know they can. It's own stupidity that keeps making us get back up to try again.
Albert Einstein once said, "the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results." It makes you question you're own sanity does it not?
Why is it so easy to see something for what it is when you're standing on the outside, but so much harder when you're right there takeing the blows? Surely we were not designed for such deadly warfare. The unfair advantage is that the one who cares the least will always, always win. Whilst you sit at home licking you're wounds, they're somewhere planning their next attack or worse still... you havn't even crossed their mind. Aborting any strategic manouvers you have in place is almost out of the question. So your next tactic, you get sad or you get angry and you tell yourself you just can't let go. You admit defeat and you remain trapped in your own cycle doing the same things, thinking the same thoughts and feeling the same feelings over and over again, going utterley insane.
There is a choice here, letting go hurts but so does being emotionally abused time and time again.
So the big question is, what hurts more?
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