fadedobscurity2

All my life I’ve been taught to suppress my emotions. Boys don’t cry. Men don’t cry. Suck it up. Be tough. How do I suppress the emotions of being molested by my sister? Am I supposed to suck it up and be tough and “do what your sister tells you” when she’s using a 5 year old boy for her twisted sadistic pleasure? Was I supposed to be tough? If that wasn’t bad enough, to be punished for it by my parents at the hand of religious fundamentalism. Emotions. Can we start with anger? My father. The tough one. The one that verbally, physically, and […]

Life. Aka torment. Death. Escape, silence, peace. Aka better than torment.
God. A puppet master who has us all on strings, bringing about calamity or blessing according to his sick, twisted, self serving will.
Failure. My life is riddled with it. My life as a whole defines it.
Purpose. We have none. See above. Don’t really care anyway.
Get me out. I need to escape this torment.
The voices tell me I’m weak and worthless. An utter waste of existence and a gross disappointment to everyone that knows me or claims to love me. The voices are there constantly. Running me down. Confirming everything they tell me everyday through my […]