"if i was bird, i'd fly away"
I have and you have experienced the worst of, or what WE might consider the worst of life. Life can be so unpredictable to us. Sometimes our lives are just controlled by others. Being sad is something that we are just used to. We have learned that is so much easier to avoid you, stay within the walls of sadness, drown ourselves in the shower, drown ourselves in music...
We poke and prod ourselves with needles, knives, piercing needles, and tattoo guns. Anything to make us feel different and ease the pain. You either walk away with a temporary smile or a "dripping" soul of pain.
You notice that no one seems to care. So you do the same. While at the same time not realizing that you have decided to not care for yourself. Unhappiness again is easier.
You and I are surrounded by those who seem to be so happy. We feel alone. But in reality we are not alone. Everyone we go to seems to be dealing, mending, screaming. They are just like us.
Unhappiness is like a suppressor tumor!
Who is going to save us? I cant save you, you cant save me. We must buckle down and do it alone. Sadly we mope, angrily we fight and yell, silently we cry, aggressively we pound on our own hearts therefore contributing to our own sadness. The world has, with this, taught us that there is no room for saving. No room for difference. Only room for unhappiness.
I say," This is a crock of shit! We are responsible and should have full control over our fucking happiness. "I" will NOT let any life struggle, any asshole who tried to take me out and put me down determine my happiness! We all have to choose. We all have to make mistakes. We all need to shut the fuck up, and rather fight for that happiness. Take your happiness back. Don't let them get away with you heart and soul.
It was given to YOU and it is yours to keep!
I'm Done.
Love,
Me
*because I do*
We poke and prod ourselves with needles, knives, piercing needles, and tattoo guns. Anything to make us feel different and ease the pain. You either walk away with a temporary smile or a "dripping" soul of pain.
You notice that no one seems to care. So you do the same. While at the same time not realizing that you have decided to not care for yourself. Unhappiness again is easier.
You and I are surrounded by those who seem to be so happy. We feel alone. But in reality we are not alone. Everyone we go to seems to be dealing, mending, screaming. They are just like us.
Unhappiness is like a suppressor tumor!
Who is going to save us? I cant save you, you cant save me. We must buckle down and do it alone. Sadly we mope, angrily we fight and yell, silently we cry, aggressively we pound on our own hearts therefore contributing to our own sadness. The world has, with this, taught us that there is no room for saving. No room for difference. Only room for unhappiness.
I say," This is a crock of shit! We are responsible and should have full control over our fucking happiness. "I" will NOT let any life struggle, any asshole who tried to take me out and put me down determine my happiness! We all have to choose. We all have to make mistakes. We all need to shut the fuck up, and rather fight for that happiness. Take your happiness back. Don't let them get away with you heart and soul.
It was given to YOU and it is yours to keep!
I'm Done.
Love,
Me
*because I do*