Crash
It's interesting how fast things can change throughout the course of one day. Just this morning I was almost ready to break out in dance because I was so happy, but now... things have turned cold. I just want someone to hold me.
People have become normal, routine. Or is it me? God knows all I could want right now is to drive off with someone, talk, laugh, explore a foreign land, and show love to the world.
Songs and poems are used to describe that feeling when you want to give up and run away. What happens when the songs aren't enough for you to relate with? What happens when your heart aches of pains that you can't control? What happens when everything you know isn't enough? Please, answer me this. I have no one else to learn from.
I remember a thought I had when I was a child--7 years old. I used to think that when I wasn't looking, everyone around me turned into thier real self--monsters--terrible creatures. I thought whenever I turned toward them, they would become human form to keep me from knowing who they were, but when I turned away, they would morph back into their orignal shell. I was alone. I was the only one of its kind. No one was real to me.
That's how I feel right now. I'm leading a life among monsters--foreigners. We may all have common characteristics but even birds and fish have common characteristics among them. What makes me different from you? What makes me similar? I feel so alone right now. So very alone. I dont even know a remedy that could cure even the slightest bit of my despair. God help me.
I am feeling so ugly. Ugly in everything I possess. I would wish anyone to reassure me of anything they saw as worth something in me. This could help me.
I'm tired of this. I need something to fall back on. I need extra arms. Get me out of here.
This is the first time I haven't been able to express myself beyond my internal thoughts. What's going on.
I want to talk to you.
Fuck man. I can't think of anything else to say. I've never left so unsatisfied with my writing, even though it's my heart that's speaking; I've never not cared. This has never happened before.
Someone save me.
People have become normal, routine. Or is it me? God knows all I could want right now is to drive off with someone, talk, laugh, explore a foreign land, and show love to the world.
Songs and poems are used to describe that feeling when you want to give up and run away. What happens when the songs aren't enough for you to relate with? What happens when your heart aches of pains that you can't control? What happens when everything you know isn't enough? Please, answer me this. I have no one else to learn from.
I remember a thought I had when I was a child--7 years old. I used to think that when I wasn't looking, everyone around me turned into thier real self--monsters--terrible creatures. I thought whenever I turned toward them, they would become human form to keep me from knowing who they were, but when I turned away, they would morph back into their orignal shell. I was alone. I was the only one of its kind. No one was real to me.
That's how I feel right now. I'm leading a life among monsters--foreigners. We may all have common characteristics but even birds and fish have common characteristics among them. What makes me different from you? What makes me similar? I feel so alone right now. So very alone. I dont even know a remedy that could cure even the slightest bit of my despair. God help me.
I am feeling so ugly. Ugly in everything I possess. I would wish anyone to reassure me of anything they saw as worth something in me. This could help me.
I'm tired of this. I need something to fall back on. I need extra arms. Get me out of here.
This is the first time I haven't been able to express myself beyond my internal thoughts. What's going on.
I want to talk to you.
Fuck man. I can't think of anything else to say. I've never left so unsatisfied with my writing, even though it's my heart that's speaking; I've never not cared. This has never happened before.
Someone save me.