I am so done letting people use my intellect and love to their own adavantage. I wouldn’t be here without my husband, because he realized using me wouldn’t get me. Even though he did it in the past. Everyone I let in is just using me. People who get used use me. I’m a human rag doll. I hate being alive. Humanity is hopelessly lost and our earth is ruined. I can’t go out alone and I know that. So I’ll wait. And I’ll save and repair the strong and true ones. But in the end, I will decide when I leave this Earth. The universe gave me my first breath and the ability to think, and I will take my last breath on my fucking accord. Since that’s all I truly control.
Fading away isn’t as hard as you may think. Darkness pulls only the strong. The weak flourish and beam. They’re blinded by their own light. The light of the lost. The strong can see even in the dark. The strong see the lowest points and have the most raw thoughts. Honesty comes from the strong. Able to confront things the weak have hidden in their minds. The weak smile and laugh. Why be happy in a world like this? Because the weak can’t see the world. The world is darkness. People are darkness. But the strong, only carry the darkness because the weak can’t take it. They can only see sunshine. The strong will realize one day, that with each suicide, we could change the world in a small way. Never leave this Earth alone.
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I wanted to post something today, but changed my mind. Why bother. I’d only be repeating many previously posted sentiments, but yours is interesting to me.
How odd is it that a select group of individuals (us) is branded “mentally ill” due to our inability, for whatever reasons might apply, to assimilate into this circus of insanity ordained as “normal” by the condescending masses of rats following the piper to the river?
Because I (we) fear drowning and rage against the machine, I (we) am (are) “ill.”
Because I ask of life “What? Why?”, and fail to take my place in line, happily distracting myself with the myriad toys offered by the clowns in charge, I am Not To Be Accepted.
The Not To Be Accepted are dangerous, and the mindless hordes must be kept busy, distracted from the truth they are blissfully unaware of, as the ship continues taking on water.
Aboard the Titanic, musicians played as the holds flooded.
Who’s fooling whom? To the rats, I bid you happy swimming. You’ll go down relatively easy, wondering what exactly happened as your lungs fill with water. Kick, scream, curse god, beg. How’s the water?
I will step out of the line, and it will be done my way. Eyes will roll, heads will shake, sighs will be sighed. “Poor, stupid bastard. Why doesn’t he just stay in line and drown, like the rest of us?” they’ll say.
Chuckle.
“For what is a man, what has he got
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of ONE WHO KNEELS
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way
Yes, it was my way.”
– Frank Sinatra.
“Boom boom – OUT GO THE (christmas) LIGHTS!”
– Pat Travers.
Majority of society are lemmings leading through a rat’s labyrinth- why? to eat the poisoned cheese, of course! Let them have their cheese and choke.
Preach!