My view

I’m sad and then I think why the fuck do I feel like this? And I’m just like why not just get the fuck up, walk outside take a deep breath and smile because I’m alive, well and have family, friends, food, water, a house to live in. But I keep thinking about how I haven’t got a clue on what to do with my life or how I plan on living it and people keep telling me I’m an adult now but I don’t feel like one. Or maybe I don’t want to be one. I don’t really like society all that much, since I started reading books, watching the news and meeting all of these different people I began hating life.. And what it is and how it works. I think about the misfortune of others and what they must feel like. Maybe I over analyse too much I don’t know.

Being forgotten

It’s like my soul’s being torn apart by a figment of my imagination. Although I feel it so deep within my head, it’s like a bruised bone. No one sees it or understands the pain it’s causing me. Sometimes I don’t even understand why it’s hurting me because I can’t comprehend the fact why I hold on for so long and torture myself in such a way that I give them trust when I know it will be broken. Love when I know it will be misunderstood and taken for granted. Still, knowing this I want you to hold me in your arms and with the anguish I feel let the love burn so hot in my chest you’ll feel just how weak and forsaken you make me feel.