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Pulling the TriggerHow do i stand on my own,
when everyone is pushing me down?
How do i say hello
when people scream just die! you must go!
How do i face life in this case
when life has punched me across the face.
Am i a fool to believe i can hold me together
A fool to believe life can be better?
All of the world is a big mess,
it makes up for most of our stress;
tearing apart at our already ripped hearts.
Do i dare take a stand?
take the fall and carry the next strand?
How do you respect the youth,
when what they learn comes from you?
How do you say sorry to what you don't regret,
erase the pleasurable memories you can't forget?
Pain is the addiction im attracted to,
because everywhere i go, your the pain i go through.
So forget hello and say goodbye,
because it's all over tonight..
See me pull this trigger?
i'd guess you'd figure....
December 25, 2011
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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