How I feel I feel less than what I should which is good I wish I could stab you with a stake sharpened wood if I could but I can’t right now I’m feeling far from a saint just want to taint you body with bullets from a shotty leaving it all warm and runny like a nose since you now categorized at one of them hoes but as the saying goes you live and you learn well when the fuck will it be my turn I’d love to be on the opposite end and what they way you facial muscles bend as tears stream out the other end but fuck it oh well I’d sooner see this bitch in hell

I JUST WANTED TO SAY THE PEOPLE I FOLLOW AND MY FOLLOWERS ARE THE COOLEST PEOPLE BECAUSE NONE OF YOU ALL ARE SIMILAR(AND YOUR POST OF COURSE).

Back here once again but without remorse everything has it’s course I’ve realized and to no surprise this moment is ending itself so forget mending rather letting things fall apart or grow stronger of its own accord and if this mean more bored lonely nights where its just me and my thoughts I’m fine with that because in my mind with those thoughts I’m never alone so when the ties slowly fade away I’ll still be able to look forward to a new day

It always begins with me seeing it as it ends but still every moment I hold dear since losing is my fear in life but I can never avoid the grief and strief of how it feels to fail with an ego that’s so frail I bare the fall knowing at some point I was standing tall now I’m leaning my backs against the wall just for support thinking to my self I’m to far along to abort but why prolong when I feel I’ve gone wrong

I hate O yes I hate with a passion because no one shows compassion for the struggling boy who only seeks joy it’s such a shame I don’t seek fame I just want people to remember my name but it’s never the same I fade away and those memories made are forgotten I see myself and how I have rotten

How I want to submit to this dank dark pit of depression which has seaped into my pores tainting my every expression leaving hollow smiles and shallow gestures in it’s wake I’m just a mere figment of who I once was all because of the choices I have made only helping to aid my down fall I feel defenseless sitting as I ball my eyes out only if I could gouge them I could do without tired of my own refletions in the mirrow I see a human filled with immense self-doubt just wondering how can I maintain or even remain the same when I don’t even recognize myself I’ve become so lame

I was fooled by my own mind interwinding hope and dreams into something I thought was real a thing I felt emotionally but couldn’t feel it