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Nothing Good about Goodbye

Goodbye, it’s such, a weird word, as, there IS NO good in goodbye, I mean, think about it, with EVERY goodbye, you’d gotten your hearts, broken, and, what’s so good ‘bout it?  Unless, you enjoy, TORTURING yourselves…

Nothing good about goodbye, because goodbye has such an awful impact on people’s lives, and, we do whatever we possibly can, to try, to avoid the instances that we may need to, or even, BE forced to, say this word to someone else, and, ourselves from, hearing it too.

Nothing good about goodbye, but, sometimes, goodbye is a must, as each and every love came to a DEAD halt, and, it’s NOT advancing anymore, and, if something is not going someplace, then, it might well be, stagnant, right?

Nothing good about goodbye, and yet, people keep on saying to one another, “goodbye”, and that, is just, really confusing, because, are they saying “good” bye, to LIE to themselves, that this, is an amicable break up, or, are they simply, doing it, for “show”???

 

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A Shattered Man

And no, it’s still NOT Humpty Dumpty, that EGGHEAD already D-I-E-D???

A shattered man, why?  He is incomplete for some reasons, perhaps, pieces of him broke, from when he was younger, nobody knows, we just found him shattered, all over the places, and, because this may be a crime scene, all of us just stood around this man that shattered, not helping him!

A shattered man, we’d examined his broken bones, and tried to piece him back together again, but, it’s like there’s always a piece of the puzzle that went missing, and we just couldn’t get him as a “whole”.

A shattered man, there’s NOTHING we can do for him now, he’d been shattered in more places than one, and, fixing up one shatter is no big deal, but, there are just so many CRACKS on him that it’s beyond even the BEST magician’s repairs.

A shattered man, that, was what you’d become, and I am still NOT the one, responsible for how you ended up, shattered, because I wasn’t the one who caused ALL of this to happen, because I wasn’t even CONCEIVED, when this FUCKED UP cycle of abuse started happening, that, was MORE than FOUR generations ago, hello, hello, hello???

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