@Panzer, Seems like you. This brings back interesting memories. Breakups are hard, and a lot of people would like to wonder what would've happened if things got out of hand. Ever wonder if some people wish it got out of hand?
@Panzer, When two people are so close, it's pain. It's the heart-wrenching feeling of betrayal. It's the slap in the face when you realize that all your sacrifices to make sure your friends (or ex-friends now) remained happy, that they didn't see your scars too much because it'd bring them down.
I know when I see my friends in pain, the last thing I want to do is show them all my pain because I know that I need to be strong for them to hold onto. Then once they are secure, only then would I break down. But sometimes it's faulty. Sometimes it's misunderstood.
At the end of the day, it's probably because that friendship was over, and neither friend really wanted to admit it. So they resolve it in a way that is final, and violent, so neither has to face it.
When you meet someone who you can really bond with after feeling alone after so long. I do believe it’s the pain of feeling betrayed that breaks everything a part.
When I first got my friends, thanks to a wonderful person who I never thought would find a liking in me. All I wanted to do is keep them, I wanted to keep everything as is. Everyone happy with one another. But when the problem’s arised I didn’t know how to fix them. The chaos was too much for me handle, but I didn’t want to let go.
It’s like trying to repair a broken vase, without knowing how too. You want to piece the shattered vase back together, you want to fix everything and make it great again. But without help the fix is clumsy, it’s full of holes and dripping with glue. And when you put water in it, it crumbles apart. Only making the problem worse.
Instead of coming to terms with the fact it can no longer be repaired by your own hands. You keep trying, more glue and tape is slapped on to patch the holes. Each time the frustration and hatred slowly penting up, till eventually, you break yourself.
You spent so much time trying to repair a vase by yourself that it’s no longer able to be repaired. That you just blow up, you take all your anger and frustration out on the vase. It’s not the vase’s fault for breaking, but yours for trying to fix it alone. In the end it’s smashed to smithereens and what did you gain? Nothing, absolutely nothing.
All your left with is grief, you ask yourself what you’ve could of done different. In the end it was your own immaturity. You could’ve reached out for help, but your own stubbornness left you to hurt others in the quest to help them.
Sometimes I do wonder if people want to hurt someone purposely, someone close that trusts them with their life.
But I want to know why, is it for the fun of the chaos? jealously of another persons accomplishments? What brings a person to harm another so close?
I know when I see my friends in pain, the last thing I want to do is show them all my pain because I know that I need to be strong for them to hold onto. Then once they are secure, only then would I break down. But sometimes it's faulty. Sometimes it's misunderstood.
At the end of the day, it's probably because that friendship was over, and neither friend really wanted to admit it. So they resolve it in a way that is final, and violent, so neither has to face it.
What are your thoughts?
When you meet someone who you can really bond with after feeling alone after so long. I do believe it’s the pain of feeling betrayed that breaks everything a part.
When I first got my friends, thanks to a wonderful person who I never thought would find a liking in me. All I wanted to do is keep them, I wanted to keep everything as is. Everyone happy with one another. But when the problem’s arised I didn’t know how to fix them. The chaos was too much for me handle, but I didn’t want to let go.
It’s like trying to repair a broken vase, without knowing how too. You want to piece the shattered vase back together, you want to fix everything and make it great again. But without help the fix is clumsy, it’s full of holes and dripping with glue. And when you put water in it, it crumbles apart. Only making the problem worse.
Instead of coming to terms with the fact it can no longer be repaired by your own hands. You keep trying, more glue and tape is slapped on to patch the holes. Each time the frustration and hatred slowly penting up, till eventually, you break yourself.
You spent so much time trying to repair a vase by yourself that it’s no longer able to be repaired. That you just blow up, you take all your anger and frustration out on the vase. It’s not the vase’s fault for breaking, but yours for trying to fix it alone. In the end it’s smashed to smithereens and what did you gain? Nothing, absolutely nothing.
All your left with is grief, you ask yourself what you’ve could of done different. In the end it was your own immaturity. You could’ve reached out for help, but your own stubbornness left you to hurt others in the quest to help them.
So in a nutshell, that’s what I think…