Sometimes it hurts to live
Sometimes when you’re feeling low…I mean real low. This is a level of low no one knows about because the people who experience it don’t talk about it or are too high to even coherently relate it to the alphas and betas of the world. This is the low that somebody in your life, somebody closest to you has put you on the tipping point and your inner demons grabbed you & thrust you in. Your standing in the bathroom lights off. You’re in the shower with the water running. The warmth against your skin is how you […]
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Beads
Today I didn’t die.
I feel like I should have though.
I should have died 5 years ago.
And now there’s nowhere to go.
Yesterday I could have died.
Just like you almost did.
Grabbed a knife, my life on bid.
Nothing ever so livid.
Tomorrow I might die.
Knowing that you don’t care.
Let me go back, relive that dare.
Maybe all will be forgotten <it’s unfair>.
It’s unfair that I let you do this to me.
It’s unfair that I cannot control the beads of blood.
It’s unfair I have to hide it from you.
You would just laugh and call me pathetic.
Just like you […]
I saw the mist that day and it entranced me.
I went in not because I chose to be different, or I chose to be something else; I consciously was drawn to it, the mystique, the vapor, the aroma.
I left the group and went down the misty path. I loved it. Everything around me swelled up and was lost. Slowly I lost sight of where I came from. I wondered where I was going, who I was going to meet in this mist.
The beads of water fell onto my face. The cold bit my nose ever so gently, the air was lively and dark. The lights […]