I wear my scars like a soldier,
Carry pressures of life on my shoulders,
But these troubles are heavy like boulders,
They say that when I get older,
It wont be so hard to survive the world war 3thousands I've been put through.
I look at you,
And I wish that I could be that strong,
Wish I didn't make so many wrong choices.
Wish the voices of people trying to help me would reach my ears instead of being pushed by the fear of letting anyone physically or emotionally touch me.
I started smoking in the 4th grade so that I would look tough, because I'd had enough of being pushed around.
I thought that if the school bullying stopped, my mo
Kryptonite knives by afraidofeverything, literature
Literature
Kryptonite knives
blood is thicker than understanding
fingerprints are like footsteps that mark us individual
legs lifting leading towards identity
bones, broken, growing
showing us that, with cracks,
life keeps on going,
knowing that weakness is like
a kryptonite knife
made to tear apart life
like multitudes of unidentified pills
cryptic message on my phone that night
lungs intake this so called fake,
fate, oxygen air breathing
smoke, leading to connected intersections of mind
slowly making compensation for the evil thoughts you hate yourself for thinking
condensation building on cracked glass windows
while we watch street light sirens become
Weapons for my Destruction by afraidofeverything, literature
Literature
Weapons for my Destruction
This world
ristricts me
contradicts me
lures me out and tricks me,
my brother said that god just wants to convict me,
cause i'm
not what people are supposed to be like,
he kicked me
when i was down,
crushed my pride and
broke my crown,
every time i turn around
he
picks at it
wont give up the grudge
so i tell him that im just an addict
to this, insanity
to this
rebellion against humanity
see, i dont care what you
look like
talk like
love like
think like
hell, i hate you all equally
at least i have some kindof
degree of mercy
the agression you see
is temporary
my words are
weapons of mass destruction
shaped to my
silence.
you're never really alone...
you never have been.
distorted whispers,
hallucinations,
your mind is sick.
they tell you, one after another
disorder.
slip into your mind,
retreat, escape.
they say you're off in space
and you dont want to go.
speak, silent words,
acknowledgement flickers in your eyes
feeling the displaced chill,
fear. panic.
a tiny blue pill to place under your tongue
make it all go away,
but it never does.
conversation.
attempts to pull you open,
invade your thoughts, to
find out why.
to help, they say.
you cant save me, i'm already gone.
withdrawn, defeated.
the sounds and screams that you
h
nobody knows, nobody cares.
we're so damn
desensitized
from this life, the next and the beginning
we lie and we lie and we
dig deep inside
only to cover it up with the intoxications we hold so dearly
you can see so clearly, the way that we live
if you can call this living, i say we're dead
we're destroying ourselves, and everybody sees it
and yet we continue, see through the red
the haze, the ways that we go
drink yourself blind, get yourself high
slash yourself to ribbons, sinking into oblivion
we're losing grip, we're falling fast
we do everything we can to make the feeling last, but
i dont wanna go
everybody knows, nobody
Silently
waiting, for something unknown,
breath visible in the cold air ahead of me
the quiet breaking open
to the sound so real
i'm starting to feel
lost, but
it's nothing new, is it?
you've hear this before,
but you never say a word,
unspoken, your lies
flicker inside your eyes
loss of understanding
the pieces of you that die
Given up on exclamations
of feeling, anything, everything.
slipping slowly into a shadow,
like the way my hair falls just over my eyes
you cant see me,
but, oh, i see you,
watching the way you move,
the words you speak,
so easily,
untainted by insanity
if you could only see
the hopelessness in
tonight i walked outside
under the watch of streetlights
cool calm breeze against my skin
my shoes brushing the cracked cement
rythm
like the beat of my heart
my pulse
a signal that i am still alive,
the blood still moving through my veins
the air and smoke in my lungs
exhale
the world so still
silence
alone with my thoughts
wandering off with the wind
past the sky
to spin around space
something to remember myself by
like the graffitti on garage doors i walk by
in the alleyways
our exclamations, like
writing on cave walls
a marking,
like the way we write something down
in case we forget
our thoughts
ourselves
i foc
inhale
i
stop breathing
the air you take
from my lungs
asphyxiate
im drowning
heart strains
beating against my rib cage
escape
the blood you taste
our lips
intoxicate
together
obliviate
crashing walls,
how i love your words
when your
defense falls
violate
morals
barriers of disbelief
syndicate
lets die together
lets live forever
relate
life and lust
recreate
trust
become my drug
sedate
so i can
drown in you
reshape
relax
inhale
you're my
fucking oxygen
suffocate
without you
asphxiate
I wear my scars like a soldier,
Carry pressures of life on my shoulders,
But these troubles are heavy like boulders,
They say that when I get older,
It wont be so hard to survive the world war 3thousands I've been put through.
I look at you,
And I wish that I could be that strong,
Wish I didn't make so many wrong choices.
Wish the voices of people trying to help me would reach my ears instead of being pushed by the fear of letting anyone physically or emotionally touch me.
I started smoking in the 4th grade so that I would look tough, because I'd had enough of being pushed around.
I thought that if the school bullying stopped, my mo
Kryptonite knives by afraidofeverything, literature
Literature
Kryptonite knives
blood is thicker than understanding
fingerprints are like footsteps that mark us individual
legs lifting leading towards identity
bones, broken, growing
showing us that, with cracks,
life keeps on going,
knowing that weakness is like
a kryptonite knife
made to tear apart life
like multitudes of unidentified pills
cryptic message on my phone that night
lungs intake this so called fake,
fate, oxygen air breathing
smoke, leading to connected intersections of mind
slowly making compensation for the evil thoughts you hate yourself for thinking
condensation building on cracked glass windows
while we watch street light sirens become
Weapons for my Destruction by afraidofeverything, literature
Literature
Weapons for my Destruction
This world
ristricts me
contradicts me
lures me out and tricks me,
my brother said that god just wants to convict me,
cause i'm
not what people are supposed to be like,
he kicked me
when i was down,
crushed my pride and
broke my crown,
every time i turn around
he
picks at it
wont give up the grudge
so i tell him that im just an addict
to this, insanity
to this
rebellion against humanity
see, i dont care what you
look like
talk like
love like
think like
hell, i hate you all equally
at least i have some kindof
degree of mercy
the agression you see
is temporary
my words are
weapons of mass destruction
shaped to my
silence.
you're never really alone...
you never have been.
distorted whispers,
hallucinations,
your mind is sick.
they tell you, one after another
disorder.
slip into your mind,
retreat, escape.
they say you're off in space
and you dont want to go.
speak, silent words,
acknowledgement flickers in your eyes
feeling the displaced chill,
fear. panic.
a tiny blue pill to place under your tongue
make it all go away,
but it never does.
conversation.
attempts to pull you open,
invade your thoughts, to
find out why.
to help, they say.
you cant save me, i'm already gone.
withdrawn, defeated.
the sounds and screams that you
h
nobody knows, nobody cares.
we're so damn
desensitized
from this life, the next and the beginning
we lie and we lie and we
dig deep inside
only to cover it up with the intoxications we hold so dearly
you can see so clearly, the way that we live
if you can call this living, i say we're dead
we're destroying ourselves, and everybody sees it
and yet we continue, see through the red
the haze, the ways that we go
drink yourself blind, get yourself high
slash yourself to ribbons, sinking into oblivion
we're losing grip, we're falling fast
we do everything we can to make the feeling last, but
i dont wanna go
everybody knows, nobody
Silently
waiting, for something unknown,
breath visible in the cold air ahead of me
the quiet breaking open
to the sound so real
i'm starting to feel
lost, but
it's nothing new, is it?
you've hear this before,
but you never say a word,
unspoken, your lies
flicker inside your eyes
loss of understanding
the pieces of you that die
Given up on exclamations
of feeling, anything, everything.
slipping slowly into a shadow,
like the way my hair falls just over my eyes
you cant see me,
but, oh, i see you,
watching the way you move,
the words you speak,
so easily,
untainted by insanity
if you could only see
the hopelessness in
tonight i walked outside
under the watch of streetlights
cool calm breeze against my skin
my shoes brushing the cracked cement
rythm
like the beat of my heart
my pulse
a signal that i am still alive,
the blood still moving through my veins
the air and smoke in my lungs
exhale
the world so still
silence
alone with my thoughts
wandering off with the wind
past the sky
to spin around space
something to remember myself by
like the graffitti on garage doors i walk by
in the alleyways
our exclamations, like
writing on cave walls
a marking,
like the way we write something down
in case we forget
our thoughts
ourselves
i foc
inhale
i
stop breathing
the air you take
from my lungs
asphyxiate
im drowning
heart strains
beating against my rib cage
escape
the blood you taste
our lips
intoxicate
together
obliviate
crashing walls,
how i love your words
when your
defense falls
violate
morals
barriers of disbelief
syndicate
lets die together
lets live forever
relate
life and lust
recreate
trust
become my drug
sedate
so i can
drown in you
reshape
relax
inhale
you're my
fucking oxygen
suffocate
without you
asphxiate
silence.
you're never really alone...
you never have been.
distorted whispers,
hallucinations,
your mind is sick.
they tell you, one after another
disorder.
slip into your mind,
retreat, escape.
they say you're off in space
and you dont want to go.
speak, silent words,
acknowledgement flickers in your eyes
feeling the displaced chill,
fear. panic.
a tiny blue pill to place under your tongue
make it all go away,
but it never does.
conversation.
attempts to pull you open,
invade your thoughts, to
find out why.
to help, they say.
you cant save me, i'm already gone.
withdrawn, defeated.
the sounds and screams that you
h
Current Residence: The personal Hell of 6 mental disorders Favourite genre of music: Classical/Trad punk/Weird stuff(like Muse, MSI, Pink Floyd) Favourite photographer: =Kittynn Favourite style of art: Photography, Abstract, Painting&Sketching, Poetry, Prose, Music Favourite cartoon character: Atlas..... and Zim & JTHM Personal Quote: I hate me more than you could ever hate me, and that means I win, right?
Favourite Visual Artist
Tom Vanderlee
Favourite Movies
American History X, Being John Malcovich, Corpse Bride, Proteus, The Butterfly Effect
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Muse, The Distillers, MCR, MM, MSI, Classical stuff....everything....
Favourite Writers
Shakespeare
Tools of the Trade
Patience
Other Interests
Good movies. Body Mod. Music. Pianos and Violins. Slams and Open mics. Photography. Sex.
Blindside - Pitiful
No, i dont believe in jesus. though the bible is a lovely story.
so.
I've been keeping busy.
thoroughly medicated.
immersing myself in my art, my music, my books.
still trying to get away from myself.
still doing stupid things and feeling stupid even though i knew it was stupid in the first place.
happens alot.
i'll submit my newer piece and some photos of my paintings in a couple days.
still breaking promises i make to myself.
still fealing the acid coated sickness that follows every step i take towards the one person that fucks me up the most.
still needing to learn how to walk away.
got a keyboard and synth
Glasses tomorrow.
Found my digicam. finally.
I'm thinking of submitting some special pictures to a special website.
im not actually saying anything, because 1. i dont know if i actually will, 2.i just know im gonna get laughed at, 3.there are people who dont need to see said pictures.
Sabrina is talking to me again.
I've just about finished the painting i'm doing for her birthday.
it's cool...
I was a space cowboy for halloween.
Superman woke up.
going up to the island this weekend for Archie's birthday.
Going up in december to visit Chelsea.
It's fun jammin with mel.
I missed being in a band.
yay drums.
I bought an authentic army helmet. 3 layered. bullet proof.
first layer camoflauge fabric cover. second layer thick steel. third layer im not entirely sure... pretty strong and solid though. has grip bumps tokeep the helmets together.
chin strap, and under-chin strap.
$39.99 at 3vets.
it's big.
it's heavey.
i want to wear it every day.
after buying, i decided i may as well be a dead and mutilated US soldier. I plan to write WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION across my chest.
fake blood and psty skin. plastic guns and hand grenades.
dog tags.
i have cherry chapstick.
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sometimes i wonder about the things i manage to get myself into.
everywhere and nowhere. still in vancouver, away from my evil sadistic parents, had a gf for 8 months, still writing, still slamming, still 17. still crazy. apparently i have 6 disorders. i've moved about 6 times. maybe more. moving in may lmao. sticking with the roommates i have now though. in one week i will have my computer, which means aim and palace and talking you you. im glad you didnt forget me lol. miss ya like hell, lexy.