Lies and Tears Mix
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
650
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Lies and Tears Mix
You cried, because that was the only thing that felt right. You had to cry, so when you prayed for forgiveness, you could wash away the sin with tears. Real tears, because they‘re the only way to purify your tainted soul.
The tears washed away the lies, and the secrets from your mind. You smiled, and made yourself forget that you’d done wrong so the ones you hold close, yet still at an arm’s distance, could smile too.
After awhile, after a few physical tears, and many more mental, you will calm down and smile. Then shake your head of the negative thoughts, and fall asleep lighthearted-Waking up with only a slightly stained soul and feeling lighthearted.
Throughout the day, you’ll think certain thoughts you’d promised yourself to never think again, and once given the time, you’ll do what you’d promised yourself you’d never do again. And then later, you’ll lie to someone close to you and bring up a true smile, even though what you said was completely false.
You’d never admit to what you do, say, or think. Oh no, no one would know about any of that. No one would know, because you’ll never tell. You’ll never tell, for fear of rejection and disapproval from those you cared about, and the embarrassment of what the truth could bring you. No. No one would know.
But by keeping it locked up inside, it only hurts you worse, and though you cry in your mind more than you do visibly, you’re still crying. You’re still begging for forgiveness, though what you don’t want to do has become your addiction, and you can’t seem to stop.
So you try to suppress it anyway, and hope someday you can let it out without any harm coming your way. Maybe in a Church confession booth, since you’ll get to get it off your chest and let God know you’re sorry, even though He hears your crying and knows what you’ve been doing. But He won’t hold it against you, because he’s all-forgiving.
But until you’ve got the guts to tell a Priest sworn to secrecy, you’ll wait before it becomes too much. Then, maybe you’ll make an innocent comment about how going to confessional on a regular basis is proper Catholic behavior.
It’ll give you one less thing to think about.
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I just wrote this on a limb, just to get some feelings off my chest, so it may not be too good or make much sense.
The tears washed away the lies, and the secrets from your mind. You smiled, and made yourself forget that you’d done wrong so the ones you hold close, yet still at an arm’s distance, could smile too.
After awhile, after a few physical tears, and many more mental, you will calm down and smile. Then shake your head of the negative thoughts, and fall asleep lighthearted-Waking up with only a slightly stained soul and feeling lighthearted.
Throughout the day, you’ll think certain thoughts you’d promised yourself to never think again, and once given the time, you’ll do what you’d promised yourself you’d never do again. And then later, you’ll lie to someone close to you and bring up a true smile, even though what you said was completely false.
You’d never admit to what you do, say, or think. Oh no, no one would know about any of that. No one would know, because you’ll never tell. You’ll never tell, for fear of rejection and disapproval from those you cared about, and the embarrassment of what the truth could bring you. No. No one would know.
But by keeping it locked up inside, it only hurts you worse, and though you cry in your mind more than you do visibly, you’re still crying. You’re still begging for forgiveness, though what you don’t want to do has become your addiction, and you can’t seem to stop.
So you try to suppress it anyway, and hope someday you can let it out without any harm coming your way. Maybe in a Church confession booth, since you’ll get to get it off your chest and let God know you’re sorry, even though He hears your crying and knows what you’ve been doing. But He won’t hold it against you, because he’s all-forgiving.
But until you’ve got the guts to tell a Priest sworn to secrecy, you’ll wait before it becomes too much. Then, maybe you’ll make an innocent comment about how going to confessional on a regular basis is proper Catholic behavior.
It’ll give you one less thing to think about.
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I just wrote this on a limb, just to get some feelings off my chest, so it may not be too good or make much sense.