People

People lie, people cheat, people steal. People pretend to be something that they are not. Why? To protect themselves. They hide themselves from the outside world, scared of what they’ll think of them, scared of being judged. Scared that people will not accept them for who they are. They walk around by themselves, they sit alone, out of choice. You approach them, trying to be nice, trying to be a good person. They accept your friendship, they take your hand, with a grin on their face and a look in their eyes that could not be deciphered, of course it couldn’t be, you didn’t suspect anything.

People change. People promise you countless things. They promised that one day we will be free and away from reality. They said that we will be together forever, I promise. They said that one day when the world is finally on our side, me and you, we will own this town. We will show the world how to rule and we will leave everything, absolutely everything behind. They got so carried away, there’s no surprise you believed them.

People break your trust. They promised to never forget you and be friends, friends until the end, but where are they now? Why haven’t they spoke to you in a week, now two weeks and oh, a month. They stopped talking completely, they punish you in so many ways, why? Because you deserve it. Because the person you put all of your trust in was not the right person. But now, look where we are, oh that’s right, here we are in the future, trying to warn our past self. Trying to uncover the truth to them, trying to save them. But there’s no use, they can’t hear. They are too deaf to hear us over the sound of their trust. False hopes have been planted, and the seeds of deceit have been drawn. All there’s left now is to wait, wait for the bullet to hit.

People crush you. But no ordinary tools are used for that, oh no, they use you to crush yourself. You become angry with yourself, blaming everything on you. When in the corner, laughing at how much it is affecting you, is them. The cruel monster that they are, are sniggering in the corner, finding joy in your unhappiness. They brought you to the top, just so that when the time is right, you will trip over your own two feet.

People leave you. They leave you in the dark, the taunting, haunting dark. The dark that scares even your nightmares. They don’t care about the one, two, three slits on your wrists, I mean who would? They don’t care about the four, five, six tears that fall down your face, they never did. Where are they now? You don’t see them, but I do. I see them very clearly, at your side, but not your right side, I see them at your devil’s side.

People forget. People forget that you were ever on this lonely earth. They forget that at one point you were so close, closer than a mother is to her child. They forget that they left you in an alley, with no help, no friendship, no light to guide you. They forget when they saw the scars on your wrists and the tear stains down your cheek. They forget when they turned and walked the other way, turning a blind eye to what they had just witnessed. They forget when they heard your screams from round the corner, and looked to see you lying cold, dead, breathless on the floor. They forget when they saw the sirens from afar to take you away, and they fled, they ran to the end of the earth, trying to get the picture out of their head.

People escape. People walk away from you resting on the ground. They think that their lies and scams had finally pulled off. But what they don’t know, what they don’t see is that you are now at peace. You are away from the place that gave you nothing but sadness and tears. You are away from the people who gave you false hopes, false dreams, and false guidance. You are happy, above them all, watching over the people who destroyed the mortal you with lies, tricks and betrayal. You are content, watching them run away, fleeing from the people who wish to disclose them. They are tired, afraid, hopeless, just like you were.

Wadz x