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i am done
my days are numbered
i cant keep running
i got to stop
no reason to live
while i am in pain
i cant contain
what i have unleashed
but at least i gave
a good fight
-brian
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Poetry & Art
Hey, thanks for everyone who commented and talked to me on my last post. I’ve really come to some solid realizations that I need to start appreciating my life more and the things I love to do in this world. I need to find myself without the crutch of having some one else there to fill a void that needs no filling in the first place. That pursuit is not achievable! I’m not gonna pretend that I’m a whole person, because I haven’t found myself yet..I’m not secure with who I am yet. And I’m not gonna let that kill me, or drive me insane […]
Why is it when people are happy
there are people who are sad?
why is there opposite happy and sad?
Why are there evil in the world?
Why cant i change?
why cant i be
why cant i be
why cant i be…
straight
why do i have to be bi?
why cant i change?
i cant survive… Im nog strong enough
im chrishton
A bisexual chrishton
well please help
please
please…..
-brian
p.s im 13 year old boy
Honestly, whats the point anymore? i hate life, and life hates me, who gives a damn if i go to hell. im already living in it, i can deal with it. And i wouldnt doubt it being better than my own pathetic life. If anyway i wanna go is going to be overdosing, cuz my mom has a big bottle of sleeping pills, and i could easily kill the whole bottle. Cant do a rope, since i dont know how to tie a noose, and i dont know where i could i put the rope, to hold my fat ass. Cutting too deep, i dont […]
i know ppl dont care, but its nice when theY pretend to. they let me get close to them, thinking i could trust them, but than as soon as i do one little thing wrong, they turn their backs on me. I honestly couldnt care, i realized i havent talked to anyone in 2 days straight, and for once i felt better about myself. But than my supposedly “best friend” calls me a conceited *****. just because i dont want to talk. i only did this for me…… and the one time i do something for myself, im a selfish slut? like seriously what the […]
You asked if I ate
I nodded hiding the truth
You asked if I cut
I shook my head hiding the truth
You asked if im happy
I nodded hiding the truth
You asked if I was crying
I shook my head hiding the truth
You never see my world of lies
You wonder who I learned it from?
It was you
You lie
I lie
Its a world of lies
No truth within
Forcefully Finding Fickle Fables
Being governed by our cables
We glutch what is given
Not knowing we’re being driven
Constantly Crippled Controlled Constricted
This the life you depicted?
So easy to to influence
Your mind is promiscuous
Diligently Drudging Docile Drone
They try to overthrow your thrown!
Grab life by the throat
Cut it open, then gloat
Vivified Valorous Venom Victim
Torn the leach from your cerebellum
You should be proud
Go ahead, you’re allowed
You Promised you would stay
You lied
You Promised you loved me
You lied
You Promised you wouldn’t judge
You lied
You Promised you would be here
you lied
Now im alone in a world of lies
You think your days are uneventful, and no one ever thinks about you. You think your days are ordinary, and no one ever thinks about you. But we’re all the same, and she can hardly breathe without you.
I don’t know your thoughts these days.
We’re strangers in an empty space.
I don’t understand your heart,
It’s easier to be apart.
He makes me weak, He makes me smile, He makes me cry, He makes me love him, He makes me hate him, He makes me happy, He makes me sad. And still, I can’t get him out of my fucking mind.
“The Sound Of Silence” is track #12 on the album Old Friends Live on Stage. It was written by Traditional, . / Mcglynn, Michael Philip
Hello Darkness my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted
In my brain still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams, I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash
Of a neon light that split the night
clinging to pillows and sheets
praying monsters go away
demons at my bedside
holding vigils as i pray
branded and carved
tattooed and stained
numb to the world
fed novocaine
If you read, I hope you find something… Just wanted to share. Namaste
by mementomori
written by mementomori
I just came back from an interesting night. A random camping night at the beach. Tho after some events the night seemed to be turning into NOT what I expected BUT it became more pleasant and peaceful than what I could imagine.
First it was the company, tho it was people I know, is not the kind of people I got use to do things with this past few years. So didn’t know what to expect. Adding to that was my “fear” of thinking of her again, miss her right there in the middle of nowhere, wishing she was there. Wanting her by my […]
There was a time when i posted my sad story on this forum.To be honest i never want to remember those moments again in my whole life. But I definitely want to remember and thanks to this forum, that today i am a better person.
I met somebody through this forum who really helped me to overcome those bad days. I would like to do the same with people out here. I want to help you all and make you feel comfortable. I want you all to know that i will always be there if anyone needs me then feel free to msg me on inhellut@gmail.com
http://suicideproject.org/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/Yiruma-Moon-Light.mp3
I’m tired. I’m just tired.
I’m tired of food. I’m tired of television. I’m tired of work. I’m tired of school. I’m tired of going outside. . I’m tired.
Anytime someone asks how I am, my answer isn’t “I’m fine”
The answer is “I’m tired”
I’ve lost any shred of hope that I might of had. And I don’t see the point.
And the funny thing? I’m tired…but I can’t sleep.
I guess I’m not physically tired. I’m mentally and emotionally tired.
I don’t know what to do with my life anymore.
I don’t feel like going anywhere. I don’t feel like talking.
I seriously […]
So Andrei and I conceived this piece about 3 months ago, we both recorded our parts about 2 months ago, but we’ve had the track in post-production since then. This will definitely appear to music pretty soon, but we both thought that it could stand okay raw for people that like poetry.
As always, the poem is below for people that like to read along.
You’re Gone
[Bullfrog]
I loved everything about you,
From your nervous smile to the way your face would flush without warning when you felt the slightest bit uncomfortable.
And since you’ve gone there’s just some little things,
Sensory memory triggers of the joy […]
I wonder if the structure of “modern” psychiatric institutions differed from actuality would we have so much strife… what is normal what is abnormal
would people be stuck in jobs that they hate, in bodies that they hate… equating body to buildings, buildings to religion… once I was a wanderer, coming off of forcefully ingested psychiatric medication, not wishing to pollute the earth with a vehicle I walked across town in 100 degree weather and needed a drink of water. Pressed a button on a church’s intercom to ask if they had a water fountain. They said no. Which is a lie, but Christians aren’t supposed […]