Life is like a sharp stick it’s double sided and hurts like a bitch.

I couldn’t believe the way I never knew.

Well how could you?

It’s hard to know when you never look.

Cause who would bother to look when they need to look at themselves.

Who would have a chance to watch her movements?

We can’t even watch our own.

We ask what was she wearing and not what is his punishment?

What did she say to him b...

Her nails were chipped.

They where green as a beautiful beetle yet when you saw them you could feel her pain.

The underlying growing pain.

The way the color faded.

The way they broke under pressure.

Who knew that she would break too?

I couldn’t imagine her.

Her pain.

I can see her clear as day, she stood by the door leaning against the frame.

She’d speak and no one would hear it.

No one could hear...

I couldn’t believe my eyes she looked like a angel but had the personality of a pig, she was foul in way I couldn’t explain.

She had a way of making people do her bidding, not easy to do but she did it.

Never ending and indeed inspiring.

I’d kill to do control people like she does.

Endlessly hoping.

Praying, begging.

Losing.

I could never comprehend the sadness she hid behind her ego.

She was just...