Friday, February 3, 2012
Not Into Fake
5 Minutes to write about REAL.
When you don't pretend that didn't hurt. I confessed my true feelings. Not brutally honest, but no one has to second guess how I really feel about it.
I don't put band aids on your hurts. No pink thinking. No warm fuzzies. I say, "I don't know and and I don't know why?" I listen. I just be.
I cried and you let me. You said, "Dionne, I don't know what to say." That is EXACTLY what you say. There are no words for this really.
I don't want to be here. I don't want this pain. I want God to take it away. I don't want the confusion.
I don't understand and maybe I never will. I want to run away sometimes.
I feel like I am trapped in some other person's story and only a few want to read the true one.