Τη ζωή σας, το ψέμα σου (Ti̱ zo̱í̱ sas, to pséma sou)

Cut my life into pieces, go ahead and try, I know you’re willing to see me kneel right in front of you. I hear your voice, you’re laughing at me while holding a dirty hand. Mines are covered in blood and mud, for tears are not meant to fall anymore.

You’re there, enjoying the sight of my fall and even pushing me down… or so you think, for you are but pulling. You want me down just because you’re below and do not have the guts to admit you desire my disgrace, for my suffering would ease yours. Everything you said to me, your lies, your fake smile, your whole self. Every single detail makes me realize you’re a step closer to become the nothing you really are.

Come on, make my day, say you know I’m talking to you… or simply shut the fuck up and dare to read these words for you have not the guts to listen to my voice. Could not stand it, could you? Go hide, go lie, go deny you know I’m right and keep wasting your little life trying to make me crawl back to you as the worm you’ve always made me feel like… keep fucking your own life now you’re fed up with mine, GO!

Or maybe I should try to do something different and help you wake up.

I confess I felt tempted due to the fact I did something you’ll never understand: I loved the person you were. Somewhere I had the stupid idea that person still existed but now I cannot be sure. In fact, I guess I don’t care because the one I see now is disgusting enough to make me hope to forget your face, your voice, your smell… I still remember when your fragrance was delightful and now the revolting smell of rotting flesh comes right from the corpse of what you showed me as flowers.

May this be the very first time I feel lucky for not being able to smell flowers because, baby, if flowers smelled the way you contaminate mi lungs, I would need to set every single forest on fire so as to cleanse the air from your essence.

Unsustainable, maybe it’s the best way to explain how you are, how your life will become and how much the pressure would have been for me if I had not realized the one you really are, the one you really never were and the one I am now.

WAKE UP!

If you’re a little lucky, you might still have a chance. I’m quite sure you might, all bastards do and, honey, you’re one of the big ones, so smile with that bitchy face of yours, have fun and fuck a little more that lie you call “life”. Fuck yourself a little further because maybe, only maybe, you’ll get a chance of, someday, achieve what I rally thought you should have had instead of what you pretend to desire in this moment.

Calm down, remember that, if everything else fails, you can always join me in death for a little talk and, perhaps, a cup of tea. By the time you fuck it all to the limit, I’ll be familiar enough to show you a couple of things you’re in this moment too blind to see, too deaf to listen to, to proud to admit and too idiotic to understand.

I know you’re now thinking I deserve to die. I don’t care. This is only a part of the truth I swore to the world I’d never hide again. Not to you. Not to me. Not to anyone.

Best wishes