Wounded

I don’t have much to say or even much to do, but to write something that could be true to you.

But what is true to you is not always true for all, so my message will come across to only those few, that believe for this to be true.

There comes that day when we all wonder and sit, and only one thing comes to mind.

There comes that day where it’s an endless ray of thought.

There comes that day when you hope for a lifetime of memories.

Infinite happenings come each day, and only the least anticipated is made aware of.

It’s more than the heartthrob of the week, or the catch of your eye.

It’s more than the stopping or pounding of your heart.

You just kind of sit, wait and wonder expecting for the best, not knowing the least of what could happen…

In the end what was it, what was it that made you sit and wonder?

What made you sit and wonder and later made those tears pry out of your hurting eyes all the way from that aching heart?

Did you not expect the unexpected?

Were you not ready to know or face the truth?

Did you fantasize your life instead of live it?

Did you not know that sometimes not everything can go your way?

Were you brought back to a reality check knowing it could never happen to you?

When did you think any of it was worth it?

When did you know it was just a waste of time?

Why did you think you could pull through alone?

Our movie was told loud and clear, the message seeped through into your ears, into your head down to your heart.

We don’t think you knew that cruel and worthless happenings are perceived more directly than needed.

Well, listen, hear, it was your fault, your mind. Don’t accuse others of your crime!

You’re the one that fell, you’re the one that was blind; so don’t look to us during your time.

You didn’t realize then but you do now, so why do you still wear that ring, carry those pics and read those letters?

Why hurt yourself more?

It isn’t easy is it, to let go that is?

So you’re hooked on it, like ecstasy hooked you up, it’s all a gateway and you let that gate open.

Whose fault was that?

You were warned, and even informed but you let it happen.

You let it happen to yourself knowing the harms.

Knowing the conflicts and issues

You knew, so why did you let it happen?

Now you sit in tears with a broken heart and keep wondering, keep wondering why me. What did I do wrong?

It now hurts for you because you knew and you chose not to listen to the ones that are true to you.

So you still can’t let go but who are you to show and to let me know that the only blame was an instance of lies, betrayal and cruelty?

I sat around and listened as you spilled your heart through that opened mouth

And I told you from the beginning but I guess I was wrong to just not say that falling is wrong, that what you fell for was and always will be your own fault.

Whose fault is it that you can’t let go?

That at first you didn’t know?

It’s all your fault so don’t go blaming around, because I know you and you’ve beat yourself to the ground.

So when that time comes where you’re sitting around thinking…think about what it was that made you think.

Waiting is the name and that game don’t need to be played.

The reality is here, so live it, don’t fear.

Unexpected happenings shouldn’t clog up the mind, but more clear it through the wisp of time.

For those of you this is true, you understand the new meaning.

Farewell to you all as you ponder on the new beginning.