These memories are haunting me

Jabbing like a knife in my head

I cant pry it out, in agony I scream

Crying in a ball, I shake in my bed

Acid tears roll down my cheek

These ants that eat my mind

Spiting the poison inside of me

I scream and thrash and cry

I try to cut them out of my head

Stabbing this knife though my eye

My blood seeps through the bed

But the memories still haunt inside

Why? I am so sick and tired of blank faces, as I try to inform the ignorant and careless. I hate being judged, but my hypocritical side is starting to seep through. I will let it fly out, with out a care of who I offend, or what anger that I may cause. It sickens me how so many in society claim to love animals, yet gorge on their dead corpse as though it was nothing. They wear the fur of animals that may or may not have been skinned alive (If the fur comes from China)…. Smile as they ignorantly use the mascara from companies that have smeared it in the eyes of helpless animals, and sew their eyes shut, just to ensure that the product is “Human safe”. Wash and clean with products, that have chapped and chemically burned the skin of  helpless creatures, just to compose it, just right.

 In all reality, with the technology and knowledge that we have today, we are able to avoid all of these inhumane acts. But no…. it saves money to test the unwilling, innocent, and helpless.

It tastes good to eat the fried or baked flesh of a being born to live a life of containment and misery, only to in the end, have high pressure air blow a hole in their head, and bleed out as their throats are slit.

Don’t get me started on the deep south, where I experienced the  “pleasure” of learning, the perfect way to roast a pig, is to cook it alive, because the adrenalin makes the meat “juicy.” Or to boil crawfish alive…

We (including I) are sick. We live in our homes, built on the destroyed homes of living creatures, and take the life of “these pests.”

We destroy for our own use, our own pleasure, and our own superficiality. And if that wasn’t enough, nature is littered with old paper bags, soda cups, and cigarettes.

If we, as a species get wiped out, by a disease, or perhaps something unexplainable, we deserve it, because we do more harm then good.

When your partner tells you to just get over something. Months of hurt…. More hurt then you have ever experienced… brought on by them.

How do you get over that? Even though you know that they have changed. That they are not the same. And for 3 months, they have shown you this….

 How can you let go? When you try and try and try, finding yourself cry, just from a flashback and memory…. If you want a future with them, and you know what they say is true, no matter how blunt they are to you.

How can you let go? When they shove it in your face, that they have let go, buried it in a hole, and never let it show.

But the past haunts you, and you shove it in the back of your mind, but find it still creeping inside…. How can you let go?