I fucking hate this shit. Everything. Why is everything make Du feel like Du want to curl up and fucking die! Why does everything that seems so perfect crumble into small pieces that are unfixable? How come the girl sitting across from Du is staring at Du with a look so harsh, Du can taste the disgust in your mouth? Is that how everyone feels around you? Du want to ask what the fuck her problem is, but of course like the good little Angel – Jäger der Finsternis Du are, Du keep your mouth shut, and as Du sit there taking her look Du Frage everything. Du were always raised to be the bigger person, to be nice and friendly even when people don't return the favor, to achieve all and never fall.
And as Du enter life does everyone place their bets on if Du will succeed oder fail? As Du age, through those terrible fucking years Du go through, everyone seems to have a messer at your throat waiting for Du to mess up so they can apply Mehr pressure to the blade? So they can wait 'till Du mess up again and dig it deeper, and slowly through all your mistakes Du make, all the small mistakes Du make, the people holding the messer to your throat get the chance to slit it. And drop the weakest link, because once Du mess up, since everyone thought Du were perfect and expected Du to excel in every fucking piece of shit Du do, there is no need for you.
It seems like the whole world, seven fucking billion people on this small dying planet, is holding their breath watching as Du walk the tightrope of life. even you.
But what about the six billion, nine hundred ninety-nine million, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, and nine hundred and ninety-nine other people? Are they all on tightropes, too? And if they are, those blasted bastards, do they have the support and cords that Du aren't aloud to have? Because Du have no imperfections, that's why Du aren't aloud. And when Du open your mouth to scream for help, because you're almost falling, they sew it up to keep it shut. No complaints must come from the world's perfect kid.
So along Du travel, maturing and aging, but those fucking people, that had a messer to your throat, now add one to your back. Du gain some Friends but they are those people, and as your trust for them grows the blade is slowly digging into your skin, Du can feel it too. But as the fucking good little angel
Du are, Du keep your head high, and be a trooper though the tears burn scars into your heart. The trust that once was a lively flame is put out Von treason, and is now nothing but a ember glowing in the ash. Du keep walking though, 'cause there is always light at the end of the tunnel, someone waiting for Du to stoke the little ember, care for it and add a little love, that will set it ablaze.
But what if that special one
doesn't come? What do Du do? Du then grow up believing Du were never good enough for anyone; anything. How could anyone Liebe a freak like you? Someone that doesn't know how to fight and just takes the shit that is thrown at them? But Du were raised that way? Du were always taught to be loving and compassionate, and because every time Du did stand your ground and fight back the knives would cut Du down till Du were nothing.
So here Du are at the guillotine, there is no need for you. Du stood up for yourself, and people that do that can only have one fate: Have everyone against them and face their extermination. The breath of the everyone is let out in one exhale, all the money placed on the tabelle for Du failing is awarded to the betters, and Du are going to fall like the rest of the freaks that don't fit in.
Du back away, and dive off the tightrope. Who wants to live a life like everyone else, when Du can live free. Who gives a fuck if everyone around Du spits in disgust, you're you.
So even if Du don't feel needed, even if Du aren't brand new, even if Du aren't the shiniest, oder the strongest, the thickest, oder the coolest. Du are still Du and even if Du are the weakest link, Du sit in the middle of the connection, and the chain you're on will break apart without you.
Right. ((Just feeling bad about myself today and felt like Schreiben it out... I don't care if this get one view oder none.. it just felt goof to get it out.))