Before knowledge, be stupid
Before love, be weak
Before insight, be doubtful
Before sadness, be happy
Before success, fail
Before you die... live
For life is a rollercoaster
Sit back and don't fall :)
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 8:44 AM UTC
I want to die
I get upset over really small things
I don't think I can do it
I'm just so fragile
I don't want people to see that
Don't want them to see me crying
'Cause it's so pathetic and ridiculous
I just smile when they pass by
I'm so weak
I feel helpless
Don't ask me what my problem is
I swear it's not worth it
I don't want to talk about it either
I wish I know what is wrong with me
I don't know
I'm just wrong
I am angry
At everything
Nobody understands
'Cause nobody's as weak as I am
I hate myself
No...
I hate that I have to teach myself how to be human on my own
It's okay to make mistakes
It's okay to mess up
But don't be stupid
Now they're looking at you
They're talking about you
Why are you so weird?
I am alone.
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 9:14 AM UTC
Why read a book?
People say for entertainment
Or to learn things
For me, simply it is
To feel and to be somewhere
If you're like me
And you don't have a life
It often gets boring and sometimes...
depressing.
There's nothing that feels more fulfilling
than to have a book in front of you
You read and the words **** you into the novel
The rest of the world dissolves away
Reading makes me feel hopeful
That someday
I'll have a life of my own
Maybe I'm just one of those characters
who start out being loners
And later have adventures of their own
with their remarkable wierdo friends
and fall in love and such...
I don't know
Who can tell?
When you read,
It feels like anything is possible
I can't be that optimistic in real life
But when I read, I don't loose hope
Reality can be a ****** sometimes
But you don't always have to deal with it
Escape! If you can afford it
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 9:12 AM UTC
I can't think of any happy thought
My world is black and white
Oh, I'm color blind
I don't recognize the hue of my emotions
I think I'm depressed
Distant images, faded, memories
of me smiling, laughing...
we're they real? I feel not
For I knew I had been feigning all along
Now I don't know what real happiness is
It sounds to me like a made-up conccept
How do you know you are truly happy?
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 1:59 AM UTC
