Wednesday, May 23, 2012
I Do This Alone.
This feeling is like none before. I dream of my reality and live my nightmares. This in-completion is killing me. The separation of my soul and mind is departing from the essence of my livelihood. I miss her, I need her, I regret her. It's all the fucking same. I thought this new life would offer new beginnings but all it brings is sadness and horror. I miss the days when I didn't have to wake up and put my game face on. I want to be me again; complete and willing to face the day. I want to breathe new life into these old lungs. My heart has suffered enough. Please, explode and sink into the nothingness of my chest. I feel it beat for her, but I don't want it too. Not just for her, but for me too. I don't want to hear life. It hurts to breathe, everyday it kills me. This depression of my life is so constant, so vital, in my life that if it ever went away I'd be lost. Because this is all i have known. I wouldn't know what do to with myself. I need help, a hand to guide me out of the darkness. Because I can only endure as much as I can stand. Take away the darkness and give me my soul. One full of life, and one deserving of fulfillment. I long for that moment.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Better Off This Way
I don't understand how I could be so alone. That even all that I could give a girl, she still refuses. I have finally reached the point in my healing when I know I'm good enough, and yet they still reject. I have never felt so alone. I'd rather hate myself because then I would have a reason to cry. But this life offers no redemption, no solitude, and no forgiveness. It's so fucking depressing. How can I live any longer knowing that no matter how good i can provide no one gives a shit. I can't. I can't do it anymore. My heart is falling apart. The pieces will be found in my stomach when I die. And the world will know of my sacrifice. So here's to death and suffering. The only things that stay with you in life. For they are true friends. When love and hope have abandoned you, death and suffering always come to guide you. Guide you to a place of isolation and despair; because aren't those places the only way to experience true social suicide?
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