SO ICH HABE MIR ALLE DREI MUSIK STÜCKE GEHÖRT ALLE SUPER SCREAMING PHOENIX

The dramaturgy of abuse is incredibly clever. Perfidious in emotional abuse. One person is punished for what the other has done. You don't even know why. You seem to be holding the small black box in your hand in such a way that the other person can't see inside what you've done. Why are you smiling at your phone like that?! You already have a new one? What? Smiling, yes, but only at a comment. I would have said the same if I were you. It doesn't stop at just one time. It happens again and again. Destruction of reality and the psyche Gaslighting is a game that creates mistrust. The perpetrator, whether man or woman, knows exactly what he's doing. Creating uncertainty. Isolation from the outside world. That's what the narcissist likes. You shouldn't communicate with anyone in the wider world. It is assumed and lied about that one's own thoughts become confused. Isolated and locked in. No, wait, one enters the golden cage completely unnoticed. The self-doubt becomes so great that one doesn't notice what is going on here? Don't talk to anyone, otherwise they'll notice what's happening here. If you arrive a little late, then it's happened. Sulking in the corner and not a word comes from that person. Silence is the punishment then. This move is called silent treatment. Any explanation is irrelevant now. Maybe just a sentence comes out, like: Who knows if you've even been to work? The cage shines, but it's narrow and cold, Your words, which manage their way through my head. I dance in the drama, dance myself tired, dance myself deaf, For whoever has seen the light knows that I only believe in miracles. You can no longer think clearly. You're glad to be left alone with the drama. Isolation is the goal. Look how good I am to you. Just chasing the next high. Cortisol so high that even if you split it into three, it's still too high. If you don't know what's happening here, you've been instructed by the junkie. That's who you are, nothing more. A poor wretch. It all happens very insidiously, in small ways. With stories and lies from the start. Until you're trapped and the trap closes. When the pressure gets too high, you explode in an instant. The bad guy? Yes, right, it was you again. Then they lie again and claim it's always been this way. But no one asks why. The brain shuts down. It goes into survival mode. Smells are no longer perceived. All food tastes the same. Hunger, what is that? You eat even though you don't want to. Sleep so restless and sharp that you wake up more tired than when you went to bed. You're awakened in the night by the sentence: "You snore!" Not just once a night. The cage shines, but it's narrow and cold, Your words that manage in my head. I dance in drama, dance myself tired, dance myself deaf, For whoever has seen the light knows that I only believe in miracles. The day passes sleepily, as if in a trance. Everything becomes too much, you probably don't notice that it's getting better, on the contrary. The daily tasks all hang on you. Self-realization? That was it. Everything that brought you joy was taken away. Your batteries are drained, that's what makes it so difficult. You've lost sight of what's important. You try to escape, but every attempt is thwarted. Birthdays aren't celebrated for yourself. No, the other person is celebrated without you noticing. Your friends are all gone, but their friends are there. It's strange, isn't it, that's how it was. Then the discard. Simply discarded at the end. For the next person who cares for the fucking narcissist. Does everything for them and puts them on a pedestal. Suddenly alone in the wide world, you don't even know what's coming next. Pay attention to what happens, or you'll be established as a flying monkey. The cage shines, but it's narrow and cold, Your words that manage themselves in my head. I dance in the drama, dance myself tired, dance myself deaf, For whoever has seen the light knows that I only believe in miracles. The cage breaks, my view becomes clear and wide, I see what was happening, all along. The drama passes, the curtain falls, The truth now shines in this world. I am no longer the junkie you created, But the light that calls for liberation.