Ever wish the road never ended..? That you just keep going when the wind feels like a whisper.. and the sky is as clear as a tear..? That you’re feelings never crept up to snatch you up. Careless. Carefree. Nothing to worry about.. Cry about.. Think about. The wind just kissing you softly and singing sweet lullaby’s as your feet slowly move like robots..? Just able to look up and smile.. a big smile.. and a laugh.. Something.., you’re not able to do right now. Looking at the never ending beautiful road ahead. Going forward.. and not backward.. Saying goodbye to everything that has made […]
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Robots
here are to the good times
I’ve had in my life.
those fragile little moments
where I know i’ll survive.
here is to the haters
here is to the world.
who thought that they could beat me down
but i won’t lay upon the ground.
I’ll throw some punches.
I’ll get you back.
hell, i’ll hit.
I’ll give you a slap.
Cause no more!
No way!
I won’t take your crap.
Here is to the losers,
the outcasts, who cry.
here is to the mourners
who still know how to smile.
Here is to my people,
the ones who know how to think,
at least were […]
Sometimes, when I answer you I ask a question of you;
If you really had a choice, how would you choose?
Or
If you had a magic wand to fix your life,
How would you wave it?
Or
If you had a switch, that you could throw, that would end your suffering without killing you, would you throw it?
Would you?
More important than discussing the possibility of such magics, is discussing your will to use them.
What good is a true solution if you won’t use it?
And is there such a switch?
Does such a choice exist?
Can you have such power over your own life?
Yes
I’ve had about a week of feeling completely robotic. Â I just keep doing things to distract myself from my own head. Â It’s seems as though as long as my hands are occupied, my brain is going to stay quiet. Â But I have to go to bed eventually, I need to sleep. Â I have so much time to myself. Â I like being by myself, but the thoughts are hard to control.
I had a bad day a couple days back from this one (worse than the usual bad), and I let loose for the first time in a long time. Â I cut 26 times, all in places […]