I’m slowly rotting.
My body is decaying.
I’m supposed to be. . .
I want to be.
Dead
I can't take the pain anymore.
I hear subtle voices
They talk to me
I find some kind of comfort in them?
People call me
crazy
Broken
Wrong
Pathetic
And the worst one
Monster. . .
Every time I hear it
The voices get louder
I black out
When I wake up
there's blood on my hands.
Again. . .
I stare at the blood.
Then the gun
Back to the blood.
Back to the gun.
Blood.
Gun.
I grab the gun
I hold it under my chin
My hand tremble
Tears fall
The voices yell
“Bang”
Everything is gone
The voices go quit
The pain is gone
My body is now is finally
“Decomposing”
Or as the people will whisper
“The monster is now rotting away”
The boy who escaped
This boy wanted to escape life.
He was afraid he wasn't good enough.
He just wanted to curl up and fall into a never ending slumber
But he knew he couldn't escape this hellhole.
He was tired but wasn’t allowed to sleep.
He doesn’t want to be degraded.
He just wants one person to show they care
About him.
He doesnt care if your lying to him or telling the truth
He just wants to be loved
But no one listened to him.
So he stood at the sink with the pills in hand.
He left the note on his bedside dresser.
He takes the pills.
Everything goes dark.
His body falls onto the bathroom floor.
The pill bottle falls from his hand.
His body takes the last breath.
His body can now rest .
He has finally “escaped”…or has he?...
Encourage not discourage;
Motivate not hate;
Sin Not Again;
Why not try;
Desire not expire;
Exist not resist;
Constructive not destructive;
Strategy not tragedy;
Charm not harm;
Care not dare;
Journal not nocturnal;
Optimist not pessimist;
We cannot let others hangups become our hang ups. All hang ups need to be hung out to dry. Remember
Merton's Self-fulfiling prophecy.
Let no one discourage you
Just continue on
Keep moving forward
You have the ability to be heartstrong
Build your bridge
And climb even higher
Be in pursuit of happiness
Show them that you have the fire
Don't worry - no shame
No harm done in this wild game
Tag - you're it, victim
You're not a failure
We are all winners in heart
Don't break down - you're strong
From the start, I'm broke
Torn apart by fame's fortune...
Anger - don't provoke
Go in your own flow
You're stronger than you know
Know that you belong
Doubt less, no more doubt
No doubt - you are encouraged...
To...shine on, bulb whim
My heart is feeling a different kind of pain;
Something inside is making me insane;
Feels like it is crushed into pieces;
And it doesn't stop but instead it's getting worst.
I can't smile but frown;
Something I feel is pulling me down;
I can't laugh but cry;
My hope is starting to die.
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