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I'm Okay With That
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I'm Okay With That |
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Damien Page Junior Member
since 2014-03-30
Posts 22 |
These roots that bind me go deeper than fungi... I can't control all the chains that hold me down. As much as this world shows promise, it also shows devastation. Pure, unadulterated suffering that exists within each and every one of you. You only need the catalyst to become one of us. A shadow of a shadow. I wish for my body to disintegrate like a statue of sand being torn apart by a vicious wind. Allow me to close my eyes and open them to a new world where I'm not tortured by a pain I cannot see. By enemies that do not exist. Allow me to be free from my hate. The blueprint of my soul doesn't exist anymore. I don't know who I am. I will never know who I am. What I am is not what I could have been. Even though I parade myself around, fulfilling carnal desires of the flesh, I'm only readying myself for the tomb that lies ahead. My final resting place, where I will know no more suffering. A serenity in such a sweet, forgiving death. Everyone who knows me doesn't want me to die. They tell me I'm strong. They tell me my willpower extends over my weakness. They fail to realize the only reason why I'm strong is because of my hate. . . and my hate is the reason why I'm weak. A perpetual cycle of inevitable crashes. Yet, I have to continue moving forward when all I'm doing is walking on a conveyor belt that leads to a wall of spikes. Then my body crumbles into pieces and I have to put myself back together. I'm never the same when I piece myself back. Something is always missing. What happens when the time comes that I piece myself together but I no longer have any pieces to fix? What becomes of me then? I become a shell? is that what everyone wants? I honestly will never know. I don't want to know. We're both being selfish. They are, and I am. Them for watching me die slow, and me for wanting to speed up the process. I don't see a bright side anywhere. I don't think I ever will. I'm okay with that. I'm okay with that. |
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Redstart Senior Member
since 2014-05-16
Posts 535 |
A hard-hitting, well-written account of the troubled mind. The loneliness is palpable. |
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