Burried With...

One word: cornered. I am giving in, they show no remorse. Everything I do, everything I say. It makes them feel hatred. But that question is unanswered. Do they have hate? Do they loath? Event, after event. You can not answer that. You will not answer that. I have to answer that. I will answer that.

One word: scrambled. All my thoughts, in ominous places. Lows up high, highs down low. I'm... crestfallen. Crummy. Downhearted. All these false statements, should I say red herrings, they elude me and I am dumbfounded.

One word: interrogatory. Do they really, really?

One word: covered. If feels as if the past was a lie, and that my conscience made me believe my dreams were reality. My thoughts have been double crossed. I thought they were comrades. They, them... They left me at one little mistake, and left me again with regret. It wasn't their fault. I should not of. But I had no choice, the decision was not interrogated. Not solved. Now it is at the highest extent: them, their, our, friendship. What does it mean anyway? Can the dictionary solve it? Can other people help? NO, it's all you. It's all them, it's all...me. Does this help? Or does it depend on who is true to your feelings and...and... your beliefs and doesn't care who you are and forgives you on all mistakes and understands when you apologize, and doesn't scare away at your first word, your first stitch trying to make it's way into the wound. And to let that stitch go in and they take a listen to what you are saying, and the stitches bind and heal the wound! All of them did those things, I'm just confused by the situation...

One word: chance. No chance.

One word: confusion. Confusion, confusion, I am confuzzled.