I shouldn't be here...but I'm here anyways...
There is so much shit going around, alot of scretcy and alot of lies.
People don't recognize how obvious it may be, but then again when do they ever recognize it.
I've got this rumble in my tumble and I don't know how to make it stop, so I'll let it go ahead and do it's thing as I sit here and question why it's so hard to just sit back, relax and stop thinking.
It's really hard, and there's no other way to make it all easy.
I need to stop procrasinating and writing here is actually really worthless, if anything it only fuels my hate, anger and depression.
But I'll go ahead and keep adding in the flammables.
What's wrong with me?
Wait, don't answer that, I'll answer it myself.
Because I know the answer to all of my questions and yours:
surprise...I'm a depressive bi-polar, and there's nothing to laugh about.
People say they cut because they want to relieve the stress and the anxiety.
I used to cut just for those same reasons.
As time flies your goals change...you end up cutting because you want to die.
I do, I want to die, and all of those sharp edges could never succeed in this lie...
People don't recognize how obvious it may be, but then again when do they ever recognize it.
I've got this rumble in my tumble and I don't know how to make it stop, so I'll let it go ahead and do it's thing as I sit here and question why it's so hard to just sit back, relax and stop thinking.
It's really hard, and there's no other way to make it all easy.
I need to stop procrasinating and writing here is actually really worthless, if anything it only fuels my hate, anger and depression.
But I'll go ahead and keep adding in the flammables.
What's wrong with me?
Wait, don't answer that, I'll answer it myself.
Because I know the answer to all of my questions and yours:
surprise...I'm a depressive bi-polar, and there's nothing to laugh about.
People say they cut because they want to relieve the stress and the anxiety.
I used to cut just for those same reasons.
As time flies your goals change...you end up cutting because you want to die.
I do, I want to die, and all of those sharp edges could never succeed in this lie...