i dont know why, but my body is craving for a beating. a proper *** kicking if you may say! it happens to me time to time when i lie on my bed ,sleepless(again!)
i imagine how i would go through it how i would walk into a bar take a bottle of whiskey and smash it ! on the head of the first guy ill see, which will then start a bar fight (obviously) and i will be in the center of it all..
my fingers twitch as i write this. my guts twist and turn, there is a rush in my veins i cant explain i feel like a junki looking for his secret stash
i indulge in my wild fantasy again. picturing myself smiling through a broken jaw, imagining blood trickling down my cracked skull.. for some reason i feel alive..
i think i need therapy, or some help.. there is saliva in my mouth and i play around pretending its blood i give an evil smirk, i am almost freaking myself out and enjoying it while i do it..
oh what i wouldn't give to be beaten to an inch of my life right now broken, shattered, in pain , anything would do.. just a fight! thats all i ask. anything.. break few ribs, tear few tendons, give me a scar, which well tell my stories,
i am not sure, why i am like this.. may be because ill get people to finally acknowledge my existence i am sure when most of you read through this your thoughts were.. sick, crazy, insane, attention seeker, he doesn't even rhyme!
lets go back a bit and go through the things you missed out.. i havent slept properly in last 6 months.. i have tried to swallow my loneliness mixing it with bottles of whiskey.. for so long i have stood in the shadows that i want you to beat me up just so i know you can see me... i want you to tear me limb to limb , crack open my skull just so i know i can feel pain ,i can feel hurt, i can feel something... i am not numb,i am not a shadow, i am not dead!