it’s like emotional trials and rollercoaster week in and week out.
and as it almost becomes unbearable, sunday comes.
you take sunday like a drug
church like a drug
God like a drug
a painkiller,
an aspirin
a sleeping pill.
and you wondered what kind of person you are.
resentment.
you resent, not hate, but resent,
a two-faced person that stood in front.
anything, anyway
to solve the matter at hand
painkillers, mind numbing concoctions seemed the way
pop it in,
pray it’ll work
and forget about it.
anything to rid that problem at hand.
in the event of the success,
the mind would have suffered induced amnesia from the massive numbing.
put it simply,
YOU FORGET
what happens from there?
the process repeats itself
to hurt, to be hurt.
and to take our anesthetics
and if it doesn’t?
take moar.
he presented a double-edged sword.
and he resented.
