The Day I Cried

2 days ago,I cried.
Not those loud wailing ones.
A silent one. Those true and sincere ones,deep within my senses.

A girl made me cry that day.
She wasn't the most beautiful girl.
She said it was for my good.
But it was too hard on me.

As I look at her tenderly and helplessly,
I didn't expect myself to shed tears because of her.
Her touch of grace were meant to heal me,console me,complete me.

She had a heart of stone,
A touch of love,
Words of evil manifest,
Eyes of pure focus.

As I lay there helpless,she made me cry.
The light shines everclear,
The blur takes me to a galactic space.

Feeling the pain over and over,
bloody crimson I see,
human stain lifted from the surface,
silent anguish,sadistic glee.

Oh,tell me,how can I ever face her again,
but I must,
for I'm incomplete,
she can make me whole.

I want to see her again,
yet I'm bounded by horror,
She will hurt me over and over again.
She's a heartless creep,
She never would care how I feel,
for when the pain was too much to bear,
she just stood there watching patiently.

2 days ago,
I went for a facial treatment.
The beautician was a gentle one on the first treatment.
The second one was hideous!

She literally scrapped my face with the tool for removing blackheads,
when the tool was supposed to be used to press on blackheads.

I have to bear with the pain so much that I squirm inside me like crazy.
And she is so audacious to also squeeze out those big red acne which are not ripe yet.
It was bloody fucking painful.

When she remove my eye patch,
Tears actually rolled down the side of both my eyes.

What's more,
her fucking irritating gap keeps yak,yak,yakking about the facial products and such.
Fuck it,I won't buy,good riddance.

When she squeezed the blackheads out of my nose,
I started sneezing,non-stop.
Yet I have to denounce the sneezes into little angelic squeaks,
as I don't want my mucus to fly like angels did.

It was damn painful.
really boh pang chang.
But the plus is that your face feels damn clean,yet swollen,when the session is over.

The audacity of me to subject myself to pay people to inflict unconditonal pain upon myself.