I’m done. I can’t believe I have to keep waking up for the next… what? How long? I don’t know what is going to happen with my marriage or anything else. I don’t know how my … self… is going to affect my kids. How long am I going to just be getting from one end of the day to the other? I don’t want to say it’s unfair, because no one’s inflicting it on me. I don’t know how God works, but I know God doesn’t work like this. Personal freedoms, free-will, poor choices, poor judgment.. Tendencies toward self destruction, self harm, self abuse. […]
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Cement Blocks
I know what its like to want to die; how it hurts to smile; how you try to fit in but you can’t; how you hurt yourself on the outside; to try to kill the thing that’s in the inside.. That one feeling when everything seems to be lost.. you’re breathing hard..with all this pressure hung onto your back. Like a ton of cement blocks covering you, holding you down. It’s like I realized that way down inside, I’ve always been lonely for something. But I don’t know what for. It’s like everybody in the world want’s something. Only they never really know exactly what it […]