I've had people say that I'm generally a good person
They tell me I'm sweet and thoughtful
And I know they mean it.
But I honestly don't see it.
Every time I look in the mirror
I just feel so utterly disgusted
I'm so cringeworthy
So awkward
So untalented
So average
So annoying
So.... Disappointing
I've never truly hated anyone
But **** I despise myself.
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 3:32 AM UTC
When I really think about it
I realize that there is no point in doing anything.
None of my actions really matter.
Death is inevitable.
And once you're dead, it's not like time stops...
The world keeps moving & goes on without you.
We are all just insignificant beings made of flesh and blood.
And we like to distract ourselves from that thought.
We like to think that there's more to it and life is worth so much but really
you're born, you live, you die.
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 12:17 PM UTC
You say this is wrong.
You taught me that this is a sin.
"This isn't what He wants." You say.
Well why is that?
What is so despicable?
I need answers because this, in my eyes, is absolutely amazing and beautiful.
My days are filled with joy.
My life has become so much brighter.
My future is not as terrifying.
So you answer me...
How is love so wrong?
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 1:28 AM UTC
ART IS THE WEAPON
Your imagination is the ammunition
Stay ***** and stay dangerous
Create and Destroy as you see fit
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 3:47 AM UTC
Every Tuesday I take a trip to the train station.
I pack all that I have, as heavy as it may be
set it upon my back
then begin my journey.
I stop at times when it all seems like it is too much
and try to adjust my cargo
But I realize that I am only slowing myself down
when I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders
I fake a smile, for undergoing such a weight is pain
I breathe in deep and count my steps, fearing that I will only drown and what I have been holding back.
I have a choice between going nowhere and going somewhere
So I choose.
And instead of hiding or quitting
I let my burdened baggage go
I open my suitcase, like an old wound
Lift out what has been tattered and torn
And set my burdened cargo free to the wind
I face what I must, and find strength in what I am tossed and thrown aside
I noticed the stares as overlookers pass
But I give them a smile and stand up a little taller
For when that is done, I have reached the station
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 6:42 PM UTC