Why am I alive?Each breath is unbearable, The knife cuts deep. Although it's invisible, The pain causes me to weep.Why am I alive?
I'm young, I'm vibrant, I'm supposed to provide others care. I'm aching, I'm cranky, I'm sentenced to the wheelchair.
My tears go untended, Alone in my grief, My hand goes unheld, No matter how brief.
I bitch, I moan, I complain to no end. I wish someone heard, cared, or at least would pretend.
Revery is equal to futilityWhat do those above us, think of us below? Do they even notice, our sorrow and our woe? Nostalgia pains the living as they yearn for those who've gone, The living, merely existing, as they wander Earth alone.Revery is equal to futility
Memory is tainted by the mind's last imagery. Sometimes what we remember never was nor e'er will be. Distinctions are distorted, distortions more distinct, As pulsing through our very veins, new pain with every beat.
Why does the mind remember those who've hurt us most of all? Shouldn't we erase them, never more to be recalled? Sunshine, flowers and mountaintops el
Learned after dyeing hair blue1. Never dye your hair blue. 2. If, due to lack of medication, or overuse thereof, you do find yourself dying your hair blue, seek assistance as soon as possible. Preferably before you open the box of dye so that, perchance, your assistant can distract you with..... a cotton ball or some such trinket and run off to dispose of the dye. 3. If you've managed to overpower your assistant and begin the dying process, apply a LIBERAL amount of Vaseline around your face and ears (especially, since they tend to be larger than one wants to admit) and neck.Learned after dyeing hair blue
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a survivor's cry
Terror
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MUSIC WILL ALWAYS BE MORE IMPORTANT THAN A BOYFRIEND.
"What defines the human soul? The want and need to be accepted by other souls… The want and need for love." - Brann Dailor, Lyricist and drummer for Mastodon
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