Consideration 6 Days A-Week

The through and through consideration of where this is meant to end, or start again in another sense is difficult to recognize. Endless feelings of mistrust have not always been the way of it, but it has become our shared and mutual existence. All and all there has been a passing by of better days towards one of parody and lies. i question who sees the lies, better yet i question why we need to tell ourselves, us, you, me, him, the lies. Why do i choose to hear them and let them pass?
i hate so much of what we do now. There are so few things that we do now that have any resemblance to what we once were, or are capable of together. Let's destroy it, cause it's destroying me to be a part of this lackluster and listless has-been story. Tumbling backwards, pretending that there is forward momentum but that has been in short supply for a long, long time. i pray to heaven, and to hell, to anyone who will listen that i don't have to be the reason that this disintegrates, but as long as the lies fall heavy and hard from those involved how else can i be free?

i can handle being hated, it's the disappointment from one person that is hardest to think of bearing.