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They can’t see what you see.
- Apr 3, 2024
- 12
First of all, I am not crazy. I am not sick.
I can see the things none of you can, and I don't think any of you could handle.
The truth. The real things. The source. The horrible source of our being, of our feelings, fate, death, live, love, decaying. The hands and 'faces' behind all of that. The world may be pretty for some, but it truly isn't. I am jealous of those that can push away these creatures. But then again, they can, because they can't see. They don't have to realise. Because if they did, there would be no such thing as happiness.
Maybe they don't even push them away, but rather learn how to live with them, maybe some of them are gentle to us?
That's still up for me to figure out.
After all, I am the one that sees. I don't know why, but I am.
Someone has to be it. But why me.
I shouldn't see it as a curse, it's a blessing. Seeing the truth is a blessing, right? It has to be. Why am I special?
..Maybe I am the only one strong enough to handle the truth. Maybe all of you would instantly give in and rather kill themself. I mean, I've tried before, that was before I realised it a blessing not a curse. Now I'm trying because they tell me to. They tell all of you to.
The voices in your head that tell you to kill or hurt yourself? That's them.
Don't listen to them.
I hate this part of me. Why am I special? I don't want to be special.
Stop complaining, it's a blessing. Be grateful.
I don't want to be the one that sees anymore.
I have a feeling that I will dearly regret sharing this with anyone. I don't think I am allowed to speak out the truth. I am afraid of the consequences.
I could never tell anyone in real life. They would think I am sick.
Here I can hide behind a screen and it's up to you to decide what I am. And I won't have to care.
I can see the things none of you can, and I don't think any of you could handle.
The truth. The real things. The source. The horrible source of our being, of our feelings, fate, death, live, love, decaying. The hands and 'faces' behind all of that. The world may be pretty for some, but it truly isn't. I am jealous of those that can push away these creatures. But then again, they can, because they can't see. They don't have to realise. Because if they did, there would be no such thing as happiness.
Maybe they don't even push them away, but rather learn how to live with them, maybe some of them are gentle to us?
That's still up for me to figure out.
After all, I am the one that sees. I don't know why, but I am.
Someone has to be it. But why me.
I shouldn't see it as a curse, it's a blessing. Seeing the truth is a blessing, right? It has to be. Why am I special?
..Maybe I am the only one strong enough to handle the truth. Maybe all of you would instantly give in and rather kill themself. I mean, I've tried before, that was before I realised it a blessing not a curse. Now I'm trying because they tell me to. They tell all of you to.
The voices in your head that tell you to kill or hurt yourself? That's them.
Don't listen to them.
I hate this part of me. Why am I special? I don't want to be special.
Stop complaining, it's a blessing. Be grateful.
I don't want to be the one that sees anymore.
I have a feeling that I will dearly regret sharing this with anyone. I don't think I am allowed to speak out the truth. I am afraid of the consequences.
I could never tell anyone in real life. They would think I am sick.
Here I can hide behind a screen and it's up to you to decide what I am. And I won't have to care.