Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Pulling My Hair Out


Listening to people fight has a strange effect. Anxiety. It is not like a tv or radio that you can turn off. Damaging words that can’t be withdrawn that remain a scar till they get scratched again into a scab. One bad word can take 10years back into the past As they say the shells come off. Why do people damage each other so, especially the ones that love each other. Or is that a myth, maybe that's not what love is at all. When you love someone, wouldn't you want them to be happy and to build them up, not to pierce a sword into their heart or back. Two people being together, being afraid to get hurt, trying to please each other, putting so much pressure on each other to be perfect. Consideration must be one of the biggest key elements. Putting their selfish ways aside. Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never harm me – the biggest untruth I have heard from a young age. What would the antidote be? A good character could help? Trust? Someone that is actually trustworthy? Then again we are humans. But that might be where character comes in, knowing what is wrong, what is right, what is acceptable. No one is perfect, but surely bumping your head more than once can create a bump which turns into a cancer. Abusive = Black, evil, demons, cancer = being around abuse.

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