Head Games
Head Games
You love to play them.
When you treat me badly,
I let you, as I thought that meant…
I was loving you.
I was wrong.
When you stomped on me,
or often if not always put me last,
I thought it was my accident,
not design.
I was wrong.
Blindness is an affliction of the heart,
the same as the eyes.
Empathy is a band aid to help enablers,
carry their own crosses…
hand-made and ill designed.
Be aware of what is happening.
Take an accounting and do the math.
Are you living with death, to get through life?
Is that living at all? (Get help, seek help!)
Could things be worse?
Yes.
No.
Maybe?
We each must decide.
God knows the right answer.
Ask Him.
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