Sunday, December 13, 2009
I don't want to hear your 'Christian Opinion'
Your Arms Feel Like Home (by 3 Doors Down)
I'm lying.
Scars (by Allison Iraheta)
"We all have our scars."
It doesn't matter how many scars i have, or will have, anymore.
I'm scarred for life; it will be my failure.
Actually, leave me another scar.
"Did I say something stupid? There goes one more mistake."
"Overdosing on thoughts again today?"
"Guess so, Ryan."
Gathering, gathering. Accumulating, accumulating. Pushing back, pushing back. Denial, denial.
It's the way it has always been.
Because of you, I've learned to always consider the feelings of others, to be self-less; 'how would others feel?' This will be the biggest cause of failure in my life.
Yet, another failure. Stunned.
Make things work? How? Do you feel it? Do I feel it? I don't know. I think..proceed onwards.
As much as I love going out with you, I hate your car.
It's not you, it's me; I hate asking for transport.
I hate being dependent.
I, too, hate being dependable.
Yes, look for me only if you need something done.
Yes, rely on me for success.
Yes, depend on me to make things right.
No more, please, you failures.
"Crush a bit, little bit; roll it up; take a hit."
Actually, blow it away.
Do I have to go to jail to feel you?
Do I have to put my life on the line to feel you?
Do I have to "cry", "laugh", "scream", or "get a fit" just to feel you?
Yes, I'm pissed. And whose fault is that?
Where should I lay my head tonight?
I don't have security.
I don't have peace.
I don't have 'home'.
Christians, I don't want to hear or know your opinion.
2 more days, Sean, you'll be 17.
What does age matter?
Just another 'teenage phase'.
"I feel..empty." - Steve ("The Last Song")
I'm pissed. I've finished it. What do I have now? Nothing.
I'm sorry things went from that to this. I'm sorry things turned out this way. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm.. Fuck it.
Bitter. Bitter. Bitter. Frustrated. Angry. Pissed Off. Annoyed. Frustrated. Bitter. Bitter. Bitter.
"Make things better."
May I remind you, I'm not God.
"You have to do this; you know what to do."
May I remind you, I'm yet just another 'person'.
"Just.Give.Up; things will come around soon enough."
Denial&Unavoidable.
Do you know what irrevocably&unconditionally mean? You will never know if you can't understand that 4-letter word.
Excluding the drunken squabbles:
"If I were to say 'love is disgusting', I would strike you as a depress, emo, lonely wretch.
Because I am not a depress, emo, lonely wretch, I shall replace disgusting with sacrificial.
Sacrificial comes from the word sacrifice.
If you were to sacrifice something you possess, something you like, something that makes you content.. Doesn't it sicken you? Wouldn't you find it disgusting? Yes, you may say it's for something you like even more. I don't know how to argue this back, but it would be so troublesome.
This attitude will make u a failure.
To sacrifice, one has to be committed into something.
To be committed into something, one has to have a relationship with that something.
To have a relationship with that something, one has to like it more than enough- love it.
I can't love you. I don't trust you. I'm closed. I've yet to open up.
Medication, you make me sleepy. I should overdose on you to put me at rest.
Goodnight, goodnight.
Bitter, bitter.
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