I have had an epiphany about who I am and what I need to do with my life. I have completely and utterly lost myself and my sense of reality this summer due to drugs and my second personality that I hate and will kill off eventually. I am on a different level, and I have (atleast for a while) been thinking about myself as a bad person. I have ( Read more... )

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the moral of my story is one
about my right to living wrong
inside my art of being numb
and it's strange.....

it's like...
the more they ask about my brain
the more insane
i become.

it's like,
"has she fainted?
oh heavens acquaint this young patient!
we've mistaken! code red! her smile is fading!"

but they know what i'm saying; my souls are on shuffle.
trust me ( Read more... )

my grandma cried and called out all her inquires about your death.
matthew ran out of the room, desperately trying to catch his breath.
the police came then, and i don't want to repeat the first thing they said...
but basically, they said they need assistance.

and you were there, right on my bed,
so silent.
and i was there, prying open your eyelids.
but i ( Read more... )

love
runs like blood through my veins
for children awakened by their educations
but as my knowledge
remains
frayed and sprained,
i fear i have lost all my sane....
but i am anxious for what takes it's place

The last time I had looked at you,
I noticed you were turning blue.

True blue eyes on your face,
true blue veins at your waist,
and your hands...
Purtruding,
confusing, amusing,
it stands:

even your skin had debuted a blue hue.

I was maintaining
a waxing and waning
invasion of pain that's been
draining and straining my brain,

I was sure you weren't dead!
I ( Read more... )

he's real old,
real thin,
 if this isn't death than what is?

he just sits;
 committed
to admitting his triple digits.

"don't bother me!
the lottery!
channel 6 news and court TV!"

the remote control's his only hope!
without his quotes,
without his soaps,
 without his stats and shows,
he's toast!

without the chance to escape this place,
to escape his face,
he' ( Read more... )

i was shaking in my work pants and time was going by so slow.
take the order. give the order. sweep and mop the floors, i know.
they bring the food back, "fix this kids meal."
"you're all set, sir. here you go."

i hate this fucking job with all my heart.

why did i smoke my last cigarette in the middle of my shift?
i would hang myself right now but they ( Read more... )