Category: Writers Block
So why do I stay, when all of her past afairs get pushed my way, why do I stay, when all of her past mistakes some how become mine. Mybe some sick, twisted, part of me loves pain!. Maybe, just maybe, I hope she has truely changed, no matter how quietly I maybe, she projects her pain on me. Beeing a man to her means, she rules cause she has the kitty, does what she wants, and quitely take it no matter how much she loves the lie,, no matter how much pain it may bring. She loves living lie, while I sit here and die in side. Beening a man does not make it easy, walk a easy line, die a little inside, change, rid myself of the geek slowly inside, rip away waht she does not like, more of me just dies inside. So does that make me a masikist, when will these walls come down, when will what we have burn to the ground. With her I am in my right mind, with her I am out of my mind, the player surfices, so tells a story that I worked so hard to put behind. So I am a masikis, I must be out of my mind, I love pain, I must love the way it hurts, I must love this lie. to stay, I just want to keep the player way.