When was the last time you called someone desperate? Or judged your actions at desperate? To get somebody’s attention? To get somebody’s love? To be in the company of somebody who could make you feel, that you matter too? I know you did, yesterday. You called a guy desperate because he has probably asked out a dozen girls, you called a girl desperate because she falls in love with every second guy.
Did you call a child desperate too, looking for his mother’s hand to hold while walking on a busy sidewalk?
You insolent fool.
You say like it’s a bad thing, to be desperate for the love you never had or long for the intimacy you see between others.
You say like its a sin to be desperate of a touch that could melt you away, that could wake you up, that could kill your demons.
You say like I am the one corrupting the society when all i do out of my desperation is be a little more giving, a little more kind, while all you do is despise me as if I am a transmittable cancer?
You say it like I am the one who is responsible for rapes across the world, while I am the one who respects boundaries, despite not having any myself.
When was the last time you weren’t desperate sweetheart? Or are you gonna keep saying that lie to yourself over and over thinking yourself of being high and mighty?
When was the last time you came down and understood what desperation means? why is it so evident in some while you hide your desperation in your sweet little mind and heart? Hiding it doesnt make you content, you too are desperate, probably more than me, just too afraid to accept, thinking what will the society think of you?
Well, fuck you and your desperate measures to lock yourself up.
Fuck you and your high and mighty attitude.
Fuck you and your “class”.
I am desperate and I dont give an ink drop worth of importance to what you think, because those who understand, only they’ll know desperation comes out of broken mirrors, to rejoin again so as to reflect a perfect image.
Only those who understand desperation will know how human hearts are fragile enough that a word can break it into billions.
Only those who understand you will know the desperation you feel deep within, but hide it strongly enough to judge those who are not so ept, or just dont want to.
Dear secure satisfied individual, fuck you.
I am tired of this world claiming to be high and might when the demons that I have are just selectively active.
I am tired of you calling me a “despo” when that’s all you are within the walls of your mind.
I am tired of your ignorance and inept understanding of the broken soul of a repeatedly beaten individual.
And more than that, I am tired of your anonymity about being as the judgement lord of this world.
Desperation is not a disease, for you are. Desperation is not whoring oneself out, as you think. Desperation is not wishing for love.
Desperation is a cry for help. Desperation is a need to be loved again, to believe in what we see, to trust our instincts and hope that lives weren’t meant to end in desperation.
Desperation isnt cancerous, if you judge it, then maybe you are.
We could live with a little more desperation in this world, but we need to survive among insolent, ignorant and judgemental wasps like you, sucking at out very soul, making us feel mortal.
For know one thing, we are desperate and we will be, for our words will one day grant us freedom, what will grant you your freedom from this rulebook you live by?