Curiosity
Curiosity
You always greeted me with a smile
Asked me how I was, how my day was going
I smiled back and told you I was fine
But I think you knew I was lying
Because my smile never quite reached my eyes
The way yours always seemed to do
And sometimes the words came out flat
Like I never really believed them
You were always the curious cat
You poked and prodded till I gave in
I resisted a lot, putting up walls
But you broke them right down
But curiosity has a heavy price
You couldn't handle what you saw
The expanse of my damage was unfathomable
Too much for you to stomach
You quickly tried to backpedal
But the damage was done
In your hurry you stepped on my heart
Which was already broken, and now crushed
The horrors of my soul were too much for you to bear
And I can understand why it was so
Because I've lived with them this long
And you never got a chance to get used to them like I did
You abandoned the shattered pieces of my heart
I tried to pick them up and mend them
But the jagged edges just cut me deeper
And left me bleeding once again
They say curiosity killed the cat
But it wasn't you who died
It was the endless possibilities that we could have had
And I was left with the ghost of what could have been
Maybe it's better this way
You'll be safe now, away from me
But the fact that hurts the most is that
Your curiosity was what led us to our demise
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not floating,
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I lack anything human.
I don't have any opinions. I don't care about anything. It's an issue, because it means I am forced to face the fact that I don't feel anything. I don't have a personality, I can't be a human, so why am I here? My existence is pointless if I don't experience life. I'm not going to kill myself yet, maybe in a few years when I have freedom and no reason to keep going.
Right now the people around me give me something to live for. They remind me that I am perceived, and that my death would do something. Their existence reminds me that right now, I don't want to die, I just don't want to have responsibilities. I don't want to do anything,because everything is boring.
One day I will be liberated by death and cease to exist, but that day is not right now.
— Clementine Von Radics, from In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive; "The Fear" (via lunamonchtuna)
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