I'm a ***** because I'm honest.
You keep breaking promise's.
And you just expect me to not forget when you make your next one?
Am I Dumb?
Is it not obvious you would need to prove yourself before your trusted?
I don't think I'm the dumb one...
Again I get to hear how I have no income.
No income doesn't make me irrelevant.
Nor does it make me useless.
And your money can't buy my respect.
You can't pay me to shut up.
I know you will be sorry...
That's something you always are.
Me, I only wish I could ignore your ********
But instead here we are.
I'm writing, cause I fucken hate that your such a fucken *******
And I bet you regret not being with someone less confrontational, and more forgivable.
I can't say what my mind's thinking.
I know you don't believe it, but part of it ends with me leaving.
Nobody would think this argument is really about a drink...
But a promise of any size is a promise worth keeping to me.
I'm fucken crazy...
I'm out of my mind!
Cause I want you to mean what you say all the fucken time!
This feeling we created is dangerous.
If I were stronger, I'd deal with it better.
If you were thoughtful you'd understand my side.
I hate a liar.
And it makes me sick to my stomach.
I can't believe your such a fucken ****
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Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 2:40 PM UTC
I'm a ***** because I'm honest.
You keep breaking promise's.
And you just expect me to not forget when you make your next one?
Am I Dumb?
Is it not obvious you would need to prove yourself before your trusted?
I don't think I'm the dumb one...
Again I get to hear how I have no income.
No income doesn't make me irrelevant.
Nor does it make me useless.
And your money can't buy my respect.
You can't pay me to shut up.
I know you will be sorry...
That's something you always are.
Me, I only wish I could ignore your ********
But instead here we are.
I'm writing, cause I fucken hate that your such a fucken *******
And I bet you regret not being with someone less confrontational, and more forgivable.
I can't say what my mind's thinking.
I know you don't believe it, but part of it ends with me leaving.
Nobody would think this argument is really about a drink...
But a promise of any size is a promise worth keeping to me.
I'm fucken crazy...
I'm out of my mind!
Cause I want you to mean what you say all the fucken time!
This feeling we created is dangerous.
If I were stronger, I'd deal with it better.
If you were thoughtful you'd understand my side.
I hate a liar.
And it makes me sick to my stomach.
I can't believe your such a fucken ****
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Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 2:48 AM UTC
Normal has no home with me.
Rage is a wonderful mess.
Shake my hand...
Bend around my mind.
Bend all you can.
Sick is what I am.
Contagious is what I'm not, but you will flee all the same.
Satisfaction to my day.
Stay away so I don't have to try to explain.
Stay away...
PTSD, and a sprinkle of Rage...
Bipolar me will tarnish your day.
You will never understand my fears.
You will never understand the me that isn't me...
The desolate creation of Molestation, Physical Abuse, Verbal abuse, and ****
Paint me Not a Victim for you are mine!
I'm ice cold and brilliant in my revenge.
I am easy on the eyes...
I'm a wonderful disguise!
I'll fight with my word's, even though I can't sleep.
You can be the victim of you!
Karma and God will find you!
But first you will see me.
My other me...
Such things that I think...
What you have done to me is nothing compared to my friend Beelzebub!
My mind's damaged Razor Sharp.
The Blood my mind spills is Beautiful, and warm like Family.
I'm the creature that feeds off the stench of your decomposing corps.
In my mind all that's gory is miraculous art.
You are Glorious in your Death!
And it is ART!
Fantasic ART!
Unique in your final pose...
Unique is your Blood on my paint brush.
Victims, Vast!
My gallery is full.
Such Monster's you all are!
But as I write, and create...
I'm the monster Today.
For Survivor's of hate!
I'll create!
No victims of innocence will bleed today.
It's a new day!
I have spray paint filled with the blood of the ******* who stole comfort from your night.
Cry not tonight!
Your composing the nightmares this night!
Set your hurt free...
Let them Bleed.
It's time for art's & craft's.
Carry them to me!
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 4:54 PM UTC
My writing sometimes feels lacking in taste...
I feel as if I reach less of you, because I have no grace.
I contemplate using my vast vocabulary, but words are scattered.
In moment's of frustration, they don't even belong...
Humidity, creates a hot sticky day.
Like a dirt devil tornados destruction and hate, Lot's of hate.
My feelings are these...
My life, and air thickened by debris.
Discover the beauty in my flaw.
Caress my lips in my most magnificent finest rage.
Beelzebub...
Lucifer my Brother!
Send me your serpents tongue, so I can impress and astonish everyone.
Allow my peers to feel my fear.
To frolic about my consistency.
My endearing, malevolent mouth exhausted with praise to hostility.
Surrender me the potency to mesmerize, to satisfy all who read.
For I regret I succeed in resonating ignorance.
Please realize the beautiful despair I'm in.
The agony, and all the sin I contemplate.
I'm often frolicking in my very own abyss, and I prefer to share the view with clarity.
My reality feels effortless, and absolutely simple.
Like a Neanderthal battering a rock, like cartoons, building blocks and punching walls.
I am lost.
I am lost...
Dare not believe the individual conflicted is nearly as basic as the mania wrath within.
I can be graceful and alluring with only my scribble.
I need not flaunt my physical being.
I can make all of this pandemonium harmoniously, sing.
I can come across to you as someone well taught.
But this Fucken Rage that Bipolar devises...
It originates from somewhere pretty **** crude...
Sweet sly words I can convey.
But sweetness and appearance isn't anything I care about, when I feel this way.
I'm raw and my writings is too.
So please continue this journey Down Rabbits Hole with me, because there's one thing I'm certain...
It's a hundred percent real.
It's on point, and exactly what I feel.
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 4:59 PM UTC
I thought I'd write about something sweet.
And so my mind is full of you.
Your caring, smart and beautiful to...
You make me smile.
You make me proud.
You make me feel as if I were floating on a cloud.
There's nothing more wonderful or better then you...
You hung the moon and made the sky blue...
My hugs and kisses are all for you.
I can't do you justice rhyme or not...
All that I know is I love you more than alot.
I try to write of you and let you know exactly what I feel...
But when my mind is set to you, words get cluttered and wonderful lines fail to come threw.
Know that your my first breath in the morning, my last at night.
Your my best friend, all that's genuine, and good in life.
Your in my laughter, my tears to...
You own my heart and carry my soul to.
I know of love because of you...
And my life is full of memories, thanks to you.
Something sweet starts with you...
And so I thought I'd try again and write something new.
I realize that my words stay cheesy, and a dictionary can't save me.
But I don't care as long is your with me.
Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 3:05 PM UTC
Who gives a **** if I can't breath...
Nobody cares, because they aren't me.
**** my pain and sorrow.
I'll live...
I'll still be here tomorrow.
Why do I continue to be?
I'm hollow this minute...
I'm the ugly me.
But it's me not you who feels like **** and it's for no reason...
Even I don't want to deal with it.
**** this moment, maybe the next too.
Don't tell me to control this, cause I'm NOT YOU.
I have issue's.
I try to be strong...
On this earth, at this time...
I simply don't belong.
Blah blah blah...
Leave me alone.
Who gives a **** if I feel all alone.
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 1:02 AM UTC
I enjoy nothing.
I fear nothing.
And I hate no one.
I enjoy nothing, except watching you in your smile.
I fear nothing, except everything that might put you in danger.
I hate no one, except the one's who have brought you sorrow.
I'm nobody, without you...
You make me smile.
You make me cry.
You give me life by simply being alive.
Without you I don't exist.
Without you there's never been a breath.
Call me your shadow.
Call me your friend.
I'll know no other happiness except you till the end.
Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 5:42 PM UTC
I think I write with hate.
There's no sunshine, or flowering fields when I'm create using words.
I'm nobody and you are all.
Still nothing moves me from my four walls.
There's no haven, all is doomed.
This moment and the next will be over to soon.
So when I write, my words are bold.
They curse and rhyme, but there's no a good time to read my gripe.
For my writes bear no light, no blue skies, no starry night's.
I must feel that awful hate in order to be talented...
In order to create.
In order to write.
Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 5:27 PM UTC
There's no calm to this storm.
Not unless being numb is calm.
I lay with a shield, numb while the storm debris dance about me.
There's no fear, for I've got nothing to lose.
The storm is as common as my unsteady breath.
But I'm numb, lost inside my surrender.
It's in my abandoned hope, where I find calm to the storm.
I know not if this is my armor for battle, or my white flag and shovel.
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 7:53 PM UTC
You know, your not always right?
There's a chance that you don't know everything...
Your human, and it's distasteful for you to act otherwise.
I don't mind being wrong, but I mind your rudeness and your denial of the possibility of you being wrong.
I mind your arrogance and the tone you use.
I mind the ******* you become and the fight you want.
I mind even when you apologize for the argument and your explanation for you being wrong...
I'm human...
I can be wrong...
But there's a possibility I can be correct.
Or am I just so beneath you, that it doesn't matter?
Don't complain that we lack comunication.
Don't get ****** when I ignore you.
Sometimes I just want to be your equal.
Sometimes I refuse to listen to that displeasing tone.
There's a possibility that I'm wrong, but there's a bigger possibility that your just a ****
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 6:43 PM UTC