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Some days i just wish
thati could run and hide
no matter where i go
it seems like the only way out is suicide
my life doesn't seem worth it
all of this pain and suffering
i dont want to be here anymore
the only wayout is suicide
nobody can help me
the only way out is suicide
nobody knows the real me
i put on this person
when i am actually miserable
the only way out is suicide
all i have ever wanted
is to loved and accepted me
the only way out is suicide
i hate you
look what you did to me
you killed my spirit, you broke my heart
beacuse of you i am empty inside

Posted by loveduhmm on 2008-06-02 23:03:12 | Rating:

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		This is so beautiful. Did you write this or did you get it from someone else? Well either way I think its beautiful.
Posted by Kill_Miranda on 2008-06-09 01:22:53


		This is so beautiful. Did you write this or did you get it from someone else? Well either way I think its beautiful.
Posted by Kill_Miranda on 2008-06-09 01:22:58


		A rant on death... A meaningless tyraid of boy who no longer cares. WISHING TO DIE IS SO STRANGE! HOW DO I PLAY WHAT DO I SHARE DO THEY CARE IS TRUTH THE BEST WEAPON OF EXISTENCE? WHAT IF I WERE TO ALWAYS TELL THE TRUTH AND HIDE NOTHING? WOULD THAT SAVE ME AND SET ME FREE? WOULD THAT? ITS PAINFULLY OBVIOUS THAT THE FACADE OF HAPPINESS AND NOTHINGNESS IS MAKING THE VOID GROW BIGGER EVERYDAY. AHHH FUCK THIS SHIT. WELL HERE IS THE RANT ON SUICIDE YOU MAY WANT TO READ OR NOT. PERHAPS ARE STRUGGLES ARE ONE AND THE SAME. U ARENT ALONE BECAUSE WELL OTHERS OUT THERE WONT TO DIE TOO. WE ARE THE ONES WHO FIND OURSELVES ON THE ROADS OF MISFITS BEATNIKS AND OUTCAST. WE SEE THIS PEOPLE LIVING IN THE WARM LANDS OF PARADISE AND WE WONDER WHAT THE FUCK WE ARE DOING WRONG AND WHY THE FUCK CANT WE FIND PURPOSE OR SECURITY? WHERE DO OUR SOULS BELONG? WHO IS OUR KING? I know the feeling. The lost and lonely soul who feels like he was walking on a thin line of alienation, dangerously close to the pitfalls of suicidal darkness. As if the line is too narrow and the ironic paradise of death seems like the best place to set sail. I have been undergoing what one might call a deep and painfull existential crisis that has left me feeling lost alone and has washed away in sense of grounding or retreat. Even in the the company of good friends i feel alone, as if my world is not there world and i dont belong.... dont belong, insecure. asking the questions of life like who am I, what is the point? Is this just a meaningless parade of aesthetics? Is it nothing more than pursuit of individual pleasure. Is god dead. Who defines existence? How do I play. What do I say? Can you see the blanket on my soul. My smile is nothing more than a false front, the inside is rotting out. I laugh to forget i drink to escape but no matter how many hurricanes i create or jokes i make it comes creeping back into my brain. a permimate stain in my brain. the thoughts of death the thoughts of release.... the thanatos. I am young but the world has shown me such much. I have traveled the seas and seen many countries. I have fucked, i have pilaged. I have loved, I have been a hedonist. I have burned, I have destroyed, I have created, I have lied. I have cheated, I have saved, I have rotted, I have grown, I have seen the eyes of the devil, I have explored the realms of the great and fallen wisdom, like the shadow self. the persona, but most importantly I have suffered so much more than anyone else I know. I constant feeling as If im too akward to stand, life is not for me. Why do I feel this way? Why am I so different and why cant i look you in the eye and why do i think of white cracked cage in bone when i should be thinking about the music of your soul and the beauty of your cathedral? Well I have no friends in this world because no one knows me and no one shows me. but atlast the life of fear and quiet desparation has got me no where. I am the selfish one who keeps himself hidden from others and then gets made when noone really respects him. or knows. I am responsible for the swamp and I responsible for getting out.... sadily i care not enough to cultivate the courage to set myself free. for me it is too late you see. too late. the stinging seas of anxiety come creeping up but fuck that shit i refuse to let myself die to the impression of others i am alone in this world and i have must be the brunt end of the dark voices then so fucking bee it. I refuse to be the living dead, I refuse to be the coward who hides been the facade, it is no time to step off the boat and make the myths. I will be afraid I suffer but atleast now i wont die in the shalllow grave and have the tears of my ancestors haunt me for eternity. Well that is all I have to say about death and suicide. There is a reason you are depressed, that my friend is sign that somehow you are playing this thing they call a life right. Formulate a vantage point based off the bricks of your own soul and not the labor of deities or authorities. Wake up and smell the air of being alone. You will always be alone, most of your thoughts will yours and yours alone. maybe one day your thoughts will dance with the thoughts of others and then maybe they connect and find warmth in their soft clash.... and then maybe you will fall in love and then maybe you will find passion and then just maybe you wont want to die. but it is clear to me that this rant is coming to close. recap....... smart good looking boy finds danger in the books of the dead and now he has no idea how to play anymore. The show is meaningless, the curtains are closing and he was just too god damn brillant and too god damn stupid to anything about it. THE END MY FRIENDS THE END ohh wait he said best How did I get into the world? Why was I not asked about it and why was I not informed of the rules and regulations but just thrust into the ranks as if I had been bought by a peddling shanghaier of human beings? How did I get involved in this big enterprise called actuality? Why should I be involved? Isn't it a matter of choice? And if I am compelled to be involved, where is the manager—I have something to say about this. Is there no manager? To whom shall I make my complaint?
Posted by TO on 2008-06-09 15:03:37