You make peace

Flashes of the torn and tattered, slashed and tattooed individuals , shattered by the shit they endure.

You...... can find peace with the howling cry shit eventually.

And the things you do and have botched, slash done.

You slashed me like no other, stubborn, my way or highway mother.

Truth so hard when disapproval has a hammer.

True lies are softer for them to hear, is that why they are so prevalent around there.

I hate lies. Hate lie ing to you or anyone, but if, their mind is closed to the real you, what are you supposed to do.

When warped grey rules, are all they know, and  they try to assign them apon  you.

Love and live as shown by example, or make up your own experience /example.

You know what is best.

Peace from the ache, from  from what's expected of a person in a difficult position to be in.

Chin up darling you'll be okay.

You'll make peace with the shit in the end.

No longer haunt you my friend.

That seems like a lie for you to hear, but it's not more empty comfort my dear.

I hope you can, before your time is due, find out what makes a happy you.

Eventually to long to wait, duties such a draw back.

The weight on the shoulders of your obligations you gave your soul.

Because of who they are to you, mother, father, sibling or friend.

To drop the ball and watch things shatter, pick up the pieces cause that matters?

Indecisions are the real killers.

Staying in the trapped areas of the the flip side of that understatement.

Let it go... like nails on the chalk board.

Why must we scream to get what we want.

Why must there be pain and entrapment.

For you they torched the land inside your brain.

And wounded you, till you felt like shit.

You can ease your mind and block with your body.

You can block with your body and use your words.

But wonder if either way if your doomed.

Thanks to old moral guilt.

Peace how can that be.

I guess that's up to me.

What I mean... to not be mean but not to give in to shit.

Especially my own personal shit that is stuck to my burden I gave to me for my morality.

The I'll do better bullshit.

I will do what I can and hope it's enough for you and my inner critic.

Or I'll do as I please and forget about you.
Hell might not exist.

What's healthier for the long run to the grave.

Each has a draw back, one means turning your back on an abuser, in the other you can't watch the wolves tear up the carcass even though they hurt you so.

Ops I think I just made peace with the shit. ​​​​​​