stop doing this ( Read more... )

I was told by specialists to write what things make me u n q i u e .
And i just remembered that i had to do this, thanks to a deep conversation.

I dont consider myself special.
In my shower i screech and squeal
When i listen to music; my torso rocks back and forth.
I am more than one person.
I would be more than happy to sleep alive in a bodybag.
I ( Read more... )

"this string or words now own a title"

the corporation inside you have established,
have rooted itself into my lifesource,
and im being drained from being its victim,
its tearing a great seperation in me,
and its unhealing ways are digging me;
to a place thats not even close to proper,
its just drowning me enitirely throughout,
its gotten so hard ( Read more... )

i bleed  a pool to give myself some form of returning glory...but its just pure muck.  of course that seems to have been me for such a long time. the substance inside thats infested and infected is nothing more than the karma and buddles of past remarks....scratched into the surface to run through the course of poluttion that varies everyday ( Read more... )

this was sent to me in a comment about my last entry :

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 without all of this, i can see that im a nothing. and i tend to need someone or something to bring a smile or bring peace to myself, unfortunately.   k  i  c  k   out the posture i stand on and the good feelings that are miniscule anyway. kick me off gaurd, and let me bleed. i'll sleep better this way, i need to be cut deep...it helps me fall ( Read more... )

well honestly. i dont know. i dont know what happens now. i have no idea what i want and whenever i do know what i want it always seems to be not good for me. so i have no idea what to do now...this isnt your fault either. its mines. all mine, its all my fault. so again, i dont know. but i do care. i can say that i do care ( Read more... )

night flashbacks still are exsistant. im sick as a dog. lonely...and will be all weekend..and again im sick. 

the night flashbacks continue. and my insides still seem to like to bleed themselves inside out.
what do you have to say?
bleed it out onto every day of the week. suffer the loss of your lifeline...and breathe it all out.
for so long i gave you my fucking heart...and you slept through it.
i think its your death time.
time for your flesh to stick to ( Read more... )

take this r e l a t i o n s h i t that i will always have as an open wound, and burn the rest of it to the ground. take it away. record the rest of the staus that i puke up onto your shoes, and seek through the small dictionary you speak and look for the perfect words to hit me. get your dirt and sweat off of me...and break the bottles that you ( Read more... )