Why is there only light at the end of the tunnel? Dont you know there are people lost in here?

When someone tells you not to worry.... "it may never happen".... you can be pretty sure they have never had the same bad **** happen twice.

Once you lose respect for a persons right to be wrong you are always wrong and if I am wrong that's my right.

Respect.... give it to get it.... if you don't then you shouldn't be surprised at what you get in return.

what’s the ******* point
one day you could be perfectly content
the next everything could be ripped away
if everything is going to go to **** anyway
if you know your happiness won’t last
why does it even matter.

Hi. Do you care enough to hear me whine?
I fear that you don’t see me
collecting dust in the dim corner of your room.
And while you stand and stare,
completely absorbed by your own despair,
I remain
ready to serve you  
and your meaningless life.
I can clean your room, yet I can’t clean your mind
of the false reality exemplified by your kind.


We are similar though, you and I.
Wasting our time amassing, acquiring, accumulating.
Honestly, we’re mere specks of life,
surrendering to realities constructed by our minds.
Don’t you know that your beloved earthly pleasures
are one and the same as the ******* that I collect?
Hard-earned, elusive, temporal, disposable.
Its laughable how ignorant you are;
consumed by your own subliminal thoughts,
leaving you searching for the remnants of what is and what is not.


Can’t you see the fallacies present in your head?
Gleaming yet blinding, salient yet obscure.
Armed with benevolent promises
that ultimately leave you for dead.
Can’t you see that what you crave
will inevitably **** you down to your grave?
Incessantly coated with wondrous, tempting illusions
that disguise its true nature--garbage.
Garbage. Connect the dots, you fool.
Can’t you see that you and I are one and the same?

I feel like that even if I am a child I still can make an impact; my naivete could be a learning experience.  I dream to be young and wise yet know I'm doomed to be foolish and old.  I can't stop thinking about my foolish love, my puberty, and my raging hormones. I wish I was an adult yet dream to be a child.  I want to be impressionable for the rest of my life, but that's not how it works.

I wonder if you'll read my poetry one day, and reminisce upon all the good times we could have had. I know...it's pointless to hold a grudge. Life would be simpler if I just moved on without anger. However, I do confess, I want to know one last thing--did you ever understand what I meant?

It keeps hitting me like waves.
Sometimes i forget all about it then out of nowhere it all just starts crashing back. Two years amounted to nothing in the long run.
I was patient and understanding but i guess the little things got away from me too…
She seems happier.
It's what's better for her i can't stop that. She stopped loving me i should be fine.
I don't know why it still hurts so much.
I just want to get over her.
She was my everything now she's somebody that i used to know.
I want to stop feeling i want to hurt someplace other than emotionally.
I've really been holding myself back from punching the wall.
Two years.
How can you stop loving someone just like that?
Everything going through my head.
It's all telling me it's my fault.
I hate seeing her.
I hate not being with her.
I hate this. All of it.
I just want to stop feeling.