Here is my life...
Even after what you’ve done
I want you to know I'll be alright
Rest assure, I wouldn’t bother you anymore
The pain you caused me
I’ve learn not to get near you once more
You’re the kind of man
Who can make the girls weak at the knees
I’m one of those girls
Hoping you’ll see the real me
But you fail miserably at that
Behind your gentle veneer
Lies a cruel heart
I know we’ll never speak again
You placed more distance between us
And the hurt you inflicted is beyond repair
I’ll never go back to what might have been
The pain weighs heavier now
Than the love I used to f
I have mended
And so it ended
Free from you
To love myself more
So rest assure, I won’t be at your beck and call
Friday, June 1, 2007
All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane,
the vicious and the evil
all the mayhem I have caused
and my utter indifference toward it,
I have now surpassed.
My pain is constant and sharp…
And I do not hope for a better world for anyone.
In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others.
I want no one to escape.
But even after admitting this,
there is no catharsis
My punishment continues to elude me…
And I gain no deeper knowledge of myself.
No new knowledge can be extracted from my telling.
This confession has meant…
From the novel by Bret Easton Ellis and the movie "American Psycho"