{"id":721,"date":"2010-01-04T04:08:43","date_gmt":"2010-01-04T01:08:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/?p=721"},"modified":"2010-01-04T04:14:26","modified_gmt":"2010-01-04T01:14:26","slug":"i-can-not-lie-to-you-anymore","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/?p=721","title":{"rendered":"Release me."},"content":{"rendered":"

My feelings are cold. The hours are dark. I wanted a lot from 2009 but I was left without a feeling. I am even colder now. I use to own my heart.\u00c2\u00a0 I use to actually mean my smiles. I have never lied this much to myself. A time ago I would cry tears. You could easily trigger their release. But just yesterday, when I should have cried not even a single tear wet my eyes.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

I am emotionless. I really am numb.
\nI do not know who this person I look at in the mirror looking back at me wants.<\/strong><\/p>\n

You really think you know your life is on track then it all unravels. I am lost with all your sadness. How much can a human handle of a burden that is not theirs?<\/strong><\/p>\n


\nI can only shackle my ankles. I will gently handcuff my own hands. I will place the blindfolds in your hands. Kindly blind me.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I will not ask you please.
\nI need to momentarily escape.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I miss smiling.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nothing even started right this year.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I still am without a heart,
\nYou never gave it back.<\/strong><\/p>\n

And now with it gone, I do not even know why I feel so broken from the last few days when I should simply be empty.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I want to dance in the river of my own tears, and I want to watch the moon kiss the stars as they did once upon a time.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I am not happy.
\nAnd I honestly do not want to be happy right now.
\nI can not even if you forced me<\/strong><\/p>\n

You masked me in my own bitterness
\nYou were suppose to love me until the cord quit.
\nBut here I am questioning the simplest of loves, and the strangest vine in this world.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I want it all black
\nSo blindfold me.<\/strong><\/p>\n

You can duck tape my lips,
\nI do not want to speak<\/strong><\/p>\n

Silence always loved me.
\nThe only love yet to disappoint.
\n<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

My feelings are cold. The hours are dark. I wanted a lot from 2009 but I was left without a feeling. I am even colder now. I use to own my heart.\u00c2\u00a0 I use to actually mean my smiles. I have never lied this much to myself. A time ago I would cry tears. You […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/721"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=721"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/721\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":723,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/721\/revisions\/723"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=721"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=721"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=721"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}