The things I Never tell you by Ekinawa, literature
Literature
The things I Never tell you
Why is it that I never ask you for money or anything else for that matters?
You ask me but somehow I think you already know the answer.
I know about the economic state we're in and I know how broken
you are inside. Even if you try to hide it behind a smile I can see
how false it is.
(That's why I try to cover up when
I'm out of medicine because if you
don't know you don't have to worry
about the money to getting more...
That's why I often smuggle back
the money from my student grant
back into your pockets when you don't see.)
Why is it that I never tell you about my problems and ask for help?
Because I know you have enough proble
i hate the way you twist me with a simple smile,
turning me inside out with just a word.
how can you do this much to someone like me?
i hate it, i do! i want it all to burn
(to the ground and
leave me alone
to throw myself into gluttonous dreams...
fleeting...
and
broken...)
why is it that you can shake that heart i long
ago tossed out the window? why is it that you
can make me feel? can't we just end this game
before the heart is pierced, broken and rotten?
(to forget and laugh about it
like
Once upon a time I used to listen to every word
you said. Sucked it up like a sponge sucks up
water. And every time my mouth opens your words
spilled out of me like vomit.
Once upon a time I was alone and defenseless
and clinger to you as blindly as a child
and listen to your lies like it was my ticket
to salvation.
Now I realized for the first time that your lies
is nothing more than empty words and empty promises
that you're nothing more than a parasite feasting
on my insecurity and naivety.
Now I see that I'm just your toy, your little ball
jointed doll with invisible strings attached to my
limbs. And how much I stru
Somehow, I like this sensation of non-existence.
There are so many things you hear when you stop to
exist. Because no one doubts their own shadow.
When you're only seen as a thing and not a
person, people come to trust you. Because house,
decorations do not betray you, people do.
Because when you're just a thing left in the
house while the owner goes away, you have options.
You can choose to wait for the return of your
master or you could always throw that silly birthday
party you always wanted and celebrate in silence.
It's not like he will notice anyway. Why would a man
who's forgotten the face of his own daughter notice
Honey, have you ever
heard about the wounds
our bones absorb? About
the flesh wounds that's
cut deep into our
skeleton...
Do you know about the
tears that roll down
your cheeks, like acid,
burning away the memory
of your face...
Did you know about the
plague that is running
through your veins,
corrupting what's left
of your flesh...
Like sepsis in your soul
numbing your consciousness...
(Leaving you gasping
for air,
Running
into
Obl
"a monster you are and
as one you shall be
treated"
as the ax falls downs
to split me in half.
a execution make upon
false charges, a life
ending in misery...
once upon a time it was
a human who live her life
now by the people's court
she is banned 'Traitor'...
"you are a demon, you are
evil itself... you should
just disappear!"
they say without checking
their facts. a fleeting
rumor must be true, they
think...
a girl walking by the
lions den
(wrong place,
wrong time)
Mistrusting eyes burning her
fate. yet no one will ever ask
who's eyes...
no one will ever ask for her
story
her names will be become
Like old witches on branches
(And brooms)
Like old gums on the sidewalk
(Glued onto shoes)
Like flutes playing in the wind
( .Slowly disappearing)
They were once new, proudly, standing tall
Flutes playing in the wind, soothing the soul
Skyscrapers once stood against the wind
Now only scraps remain
Dusty pieces left to witness about
Times that once where
And now looking to the new
Like old witches on branches
Hearing the sound of the flute
(Whispering about new times to come)
Like old witches on brooms and branches
Whispering about tomorrow
And the sun that will rise Again
Emptiness is all around
Leaving me with a broken mind.
Hoping you can see
The person i want to be...
The cruelty I've received
can never make a fool of me...
When emptiness is all around
It just leaves me with a broken mind....
Shattered across the line
between wrong and right...
Im nothing more then scattered piece..
of empty word that tells the story...
Of a broken child in a scattered world...
with only empty words to be acquainted by...
Where happiness is just a lie...
where friendship doesn't work...
Where Emptiness is all around
it just leaves me he