In this indecent hour when most people are sleeping, I blog
Feel awful guys, terrible
but really good too, its what the bad combination of boredom and Fatigue will do to you if you are somewhat bi-polar. go fig.
Some one
.................Save me
You the folks
................That made me
Let me break this
..............Same old beat
Feel like shit
.............For what I feel
No I'm not
........Crimminal
My sins are
.........Minimal
In comparison
.............to what you've done
So kiss me
.........."love me" like it means somethng
Rail against the darkling of the light
This is my blog so I'm not going to say sorry for carrying on about this.
Im bisexual no fully homosexual and
I hate it,
Or rather I hate how in my innermost depths
a voice says, everytime I say "she looks nice", it says "you're scum...immortal scum destined for a furnace filledd for you by men." for being gay. The irony of that.
God loves me, the world does n't and there is noone to whom i may run and weep my bosom clean to as my own mother would -
And my father'd lynch me, caring as he does nothing for me and everything for the idea of me
The me shaped hole that the universe insists oughta exist
SO I think to myself well someone or something says keep living and I will I will fill this whoe as best as I can - No i will carve out another more wonderful thtan the first and this shall be the true me, unhindered me free F-R-E-E
but those thoughts of freedom always end with gunshots, or of worse wounds, the kind only those you love so dearly and so whole-heartedly can inflict. The kind they would inflict, if they knew.
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