No one notices the pain I'm in. No one bothers to really ask if I'm ok. It's just "Are you ok?" 'Yeah, I'm fine.' "That's good" and they leave. Never "Are you ok?" 'Yeah I'm fine' "no tell me how you really are". Because that's a waste of time to them. [Please change description if you repin]
"They think I'm insane..." She said, whispering it in my ear as if I was her confidant, a friend that would keep her secrets. "I'm not." She added after a while, looking a little thoughtful as to my face expression and I nodded slightly, listening to the silence that surrounded us and moved to rise from the ground. Her cold fingers wrapping around my wrist stopped me and her nails cut into my skin. "Not yet." She hissed and a few seconds later, she dragged me up and we hurried down the wall.
I rode for soooo many years. But i stopped after i had to put down my bestfriend. My heart broke when i read this. Im going to go back to the place i really belong and get back in the saddle no matter what it takes. :')
But sometimes the right words are not only listened to but obsessed over for 25 years with rage & vengeance. What a wingnut! All I said was, "There's The Door - *USE IT!* Get over it 25 years later, creep.