Dining with Warriors: Banishing the Energy Vampires

 

It's so heavy and hard to breathe.
I'm losing hope, losing life.
My spirit is out of my body—an empty, strong shell left behind.

So many people want me, but I don't want them.
They're all so far away, with honeyed lips calling me, offering their bodies.
But we all know it's a trap—
They suck the energy out of you with their lying mouths.

They say they have hard lives,
Yet travel daily, wine and dine themselves,
While I sit here under the sun, trying to carve a new path for myself.

Oh life...
They say you need to be scared of ghosts,
But the real ghosts and monsters are humans.
Backstabbing, lying little shits—
Smiling in front of you, but bitching about you behind your back.

We wonder why we never upgrade ourselves.
How do we, when everyone around us is jealous of what we have,
Yet no one talks about how hard it was to get there?

Everyone leaves the moment you have nothing.
Everyone becomes your best friend when you have everything.
It's a cruel cycle of shit.
Everyone around you only wants you when you're useful to them.
The moment you stop allowing yourself to be used and abused,
No one wants you. You're thrown away like rubbish beside the street.

I always wondered why I feel this way—
The heavy breathing, the heavy heart,
My spirit leaving my body.

Then it hit me:
I'm surrounded by vampires.
Energy-sucking motherfuckers.
And I need to get rid of these people.

*Sigh* Damn, I know this—
But still, I give them chances.
How dumb of me.

Now is the time to get rid of them.
Not tomorrow. Not next week. Now.

No chances. No beggars.
Only warriors of life shall dine at my table.

If you're a coward, a weak little shit—
Go dine somewhere else with the weak.
You do not deserve the same table as me.