she dies.

re: post: she cries.

Words were meant to be truthful, loving, helpful, resourceful, full of purpose. Recent times have shown the loss of such meaning we attach to words. What flows out now are also demands, hatred, cussing, and lies. There has formed a fine balance between how truthful SHE is. I honestly don't think she is completly truthful anymore. The thing with this is that she build one lie upon another. Her sweet lips no longer produce words that build lives but words that destroy them. From her lies come deceit and a brand new face that hides her own. She thinks she is doing a great job, holding her own. She is not. She figures if she keeps everybody isolated and is different with each person her lies will never find her. Because afterall, that IS why she does it. That IS what she's running from. She is spoiled with attention and wants even more. She seems beyond repair and hurting more than ever. Of course she says she's fine now but I am one little box that has been placed among many. I am block a. What abt blocks b, and see, and d-g? What do they know? What can I see that they don't? What can they see that I don't? Is it my fault? Do I keep myself in this box? I am afraid to step out because I think she will see me. But I think she will see herself and what life has become. She used to cry on the inside but I think that's all stopped. She's slowly dying now with nobody to save her. She's all alone but pretends not to be. She's incapacitated and cannot react. She's swarming with the noise of life and refuses to turn it all down and listen. Listen. All she hears are lies so that is all she tells. She is over, her life inconsistent and incomplete. She wants to live but no longer knows how. She is tied down by cuffs of which the shackles are lies. Break free, she thinks to herself - but what if its better here? What if...no, she knows it is not. But she does not know why. She can't feel what she used to feel. Numbed by the number of countless relationships, murder of the soul, destruction of the mind, the aged residue that resides with every word that turns into a lie uttered from the tip of her tongue. Its so natural now. She thinks, she lies. .she dies.