Shattered work and flaming wreckage
It seems odd to me, when I look down the highway that is my life, its filled with plans I made, things ive tried to do or fix, and those strong memories that will last a life time. There are the few sites to see, the first time I cooked a meal for my friends and had it come out right, umm the couple hugs people have actually tortured themselves long enough to give me. Not much esle... These few glowing bastions are the only safe spots from the horde that lurks in the wreakage that are my memories.
When I walk down this path to learn from my futile attempts, to banish memories or try to, or just to view where ive been in my life. The greatest carnage is whats left when ive helped or tried to help my friends solve problems with the people they love, want to, or have to live with anyways. I always thought helping people would leave good memories, in my world they do but the light is'nt strong enough before the horde takes it over, leaving me only with another marker to show me of what I don't and seem won't have. There are a good few of these bright fires on memory road, and to many other spots of twisted steel and flesh that makes my travel of this cuaseway hazardous and leaves my brittle mind open to mental lashings from the horde.
I seriously dislike the way brain works all it takes is one little trinket or realization to bring back a flood of painful memories. these memories linger for hours on end, and only amplify the pain of new slag being added to the long long road. Often bluring those memories that should shed light, into obscurity only to be consumed.
Im tired of life. I want to leave. For I cannot I am still shackled carrying the wheight of three, making no progress in this world. I wish I could be a kid again even for just a day to have everything go right and not to have a care in the world, why did i have to grow up so fast. Im tired of life.
Everyday I wake up asking myself how most everyone else has atleast had a relationship,and yet I still here alone. My friends tell me im such a great person but im having a hard time believing this...
Im going to sleep now, Ill catch you later, unless I get my wish and don't wake up in the morning, but life is a constant let down for this guy.
When I walk down this path to learn from my futile attempts, to banish memories or try to, or just to view where ive been in my life. The greatest carnage is whats left when ive helped or tried to help my friends solve problems with the people they love, want to, or have to live with anyways. I always thought helping people would leave good memories, in my world they do but the light is'nt strong enough before the horde takes it over, leaving me only with another marker to show me of what I don't and seem won't have. There are a good few of these bright fires on memory road, and to many other spots of twisted steel and flesh that makes my travel of this cuaseway hazardous and leaves my brittle mind open to mental lashings from the horde.
I seriously dislike the way brain works all it takes is one little trinket or realization to bring back a flood of painful memories. these memories linger for hours on end, and only amplify the pain of new slag being added to the long long road. Often bluring those memories that should shed light, into obscurity only to be consumed.
Im tired of life. I want to leave. For I cannot I am still shackled carrying the wheight of three, making no progress in this world. I wish I could be a kid again even for just a day to have everything go right and not to have a care in the world, why did i have to grow up so fast. Im tired of life.
Everyday I wake up asking myself how most everyone else has atleast had a relationship,and yet I still here alone. My friends tell me im such a great person but im having a hard time believing this...
Im going to sleep now, Ill catch you later, unless I get my wish and don't wake up in the morning, but life is a constant let down for this guy.