All Nonfiction Bullying Books Academic Author Interviews Celebrity interviews College Articles College Essays Educator of the Year Heroes Interviews Memoir Personal Experience Sports Travel & CultureAll Opinions Bullying Current Events / Politics Discrimination Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking Entertainment / Celebrities Environment Love / Relationships Movies / Music / TV Pop Culture / Trends School / College Social Issues / Civics Spirituality / Religion Sports / Hobbies
- Summer Guide
- College Guide
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Personal Experience
- Travel & Culture
- Current Events / Politics
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
- Community Service
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
Never is a Promise
Lies lies lies lies.
People say they care
Who could care when all they asked for was casualty
Who could care when all they needed was someone for when they're bored
She said hello, my name is sarah.
Sarah said good bye, I'll see you in hell.
He said I love you, and I want you.
James said all u were good for was being my pet.
They said you're welcome here, you're safe here.
My "friends" said you're creepy, kill yourself, we hate you.
It's the promise of a friendship, of a relationship, of a connection
The promise of an intimate conversation, a passionate telling from the heart
That promise...that lie...
That lie that hurts the most.
It's that lie that makes the individual fall in vain, and cry out to the higher powers, yet without knowing if any are listening or if any are there...
It's that lie that breaks a grown man in two
I hear them scream and weep
"I love you, please"
I feel their being, their soul tear
"I'm not a sl*t"
I sense it, feel it...
Their breath turning into sharp knives, as they exhale and the knives turn back around just to stab inside what MIGHT still be left of their souls.
"I can't end it...I can't end me...There's gotta be a purpose..."
All normalities of society.
But then someone becomes attached.
An unbreakable promise of never...
"I'll never leave you"
When truly they left when they first stopped looking into your soul, into your eyes.
They don't care.
They don't love.
They want to see you broken just so you'll come to the only familiar face, familiar being, familiar want.
But familiar wants can quickly become familiar needs.
And they are not a need.
There's something relaxing about a familiar frustration...
But they'll all leave from their lies.
Until you find the one person who hates the lies just as much.
Someone else who has lost many promised loves.
Someone else who can't lie. Who can't break his or her promises.
Never is a promise.
I won't lie. I can't lie
And I guess I'm waiting for someone else to mean what they say too.