The Dreamers Movement
Softened - Poem by The Dreamers Movement
Rephrase the statement so that we won’t be offended with the truth about the things that we are doing. Lets pass our eyes over the fact that we're living in sin The things that once mattered that saved you will be deadened numbed to the point of no recognition where we will lose sight of the fact that all this actually had meaning that all we were supposed to have lived out was nothing but 'stupid rules' that kept us from having fun and enjoying the life that we wanted to live. We will live out our lives only living for our pleasure we will do what we want… and then we will wonder what is wrong with us when we can't find any way to stay happy. This façade that we have built will crumble under our own unhappiness and we won't know what to do with ourselves. We didn't want to hear the warnings in the first place we asked to have the facts softened so that we wouldn't feel so bad about ourselves. We tried to hide from everything that actually made us feel something other that fading pleasure. We didn't want to hear it because it made us question all the views that we held. But when we were faced with the consequences of our actions it was like getting slapped in the face and having to deal with the pain and physical proof of what had happened. And in the end all we are left with is a broken heart and body. We don't know what to do now that we are left broken. We can't grasp the fact that the things that felt so good so long ago leave us empty and lost. And prove that maybe the things that we wanted softened we were supposed to hear as harsh as possible. But we need to realize that all this pain happened for a reason, all the things that we went through have shaped us so that we may change into the person that we are meant to be the one that we were running away from in the first place. Let the words cut you so that you can heal.
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