Lately....... more and more i think about death....... my poem remains a familiar echo in the back of my mind....... " i am a waste of a body....... and a soul......." ...........
" i am a lost philosopher........ trying to find my way......." .......... i feel no one is here to console me........ "all they care about is what they can get out of me........" .........
my confidence........ is only skin deep........ my smile........ is forced......... inside of me.......... my emotions are........... taking control.......... the person everyone knows me as.......... is nothing more than a front.......... my true self........ i hide.........
i have not discovered my reason for resisting........... choosing life over death...........
no one's opinion is past what they want.......... they do not care......... and if they do.......... it's only because simply........ they care about me for selfish purposes.........
friends are deceptive.......... lovers.......... are complicated........... relationships in general are not worth all the trouble that you get put through.......... or you put yourself through........... and in life......... you gain nothing........ you have nothing to show for it in the afterlife.......... your born........ you die........ the rest......... is for others entertainment in between........... so whats my purpose.......... i cannot say.......... i guess.......... i'll just have to stick around a little longer and find out....................
 xX_iRawr_Darkness_Xx · Thu Jun 04, 2009 @ 03:04am · 0 Comments |
