Hard boiled to the point that you would say I am unbreakable. That’s what the years have done to me. I don’t know the exact length of time between then and now. The years came like bullets ready to kill and I just sat back and took the ride.
And here I am again dead on the inside searching for who I am, who I used to be.
On this night their words cut deep and they say…
“Kill Yourself So That I Can Move ON”
The devil cry’s out piercing my ears with words so sweat it taste like sugar.
Bring me to my knees in agony swearing that the end is near.
I don’t feel anything, and you know what “I would rather feel pain than nothing at all”.
Hand me the gun so that I may end this game. You’ve taken it all so go ahead and take the last of it.
The past always seems to be getting brighter all the while the future is fading... An old writing from a bright moment in my life.
Better Than That
I stand above, but not for me. I take the high road, but never for myself. I leave no man behind for a reason. I believe in something more, something better. Right and wrong never fazed me I knew the path that I would take. I knew the choices that I would make. What I have done with this life is made the decision to do what is right. But all of this means nothing, I am no better than you. What we are in this world is equals that much is true.
Look at your life, was it worth it? We lost our innocents for what, shame? Great trade, now I can’t stand the sight of my own face. I love a good fight but come on now this fight has gone on for far too long.
When I find myself at a hurdle because of my social anxiety disorder I’m constantly fighting to do things. And more often than not I'll put it off until later or never. A simple example… A building with a lot of people.
Pulling into the parking lot I’m now looking at the building, in my head I am trying to judge how many people I think are inside. This is the part where I am trying to psych myself out to just go do it. I get out of the car and I am instantly struck by what feels like an invisible force holding me back. My head is full of what if this and what if that's. There is too many people in there and I can already feel their eyes on me in my head maybe I should come back when there is less people… I’m now back in my car heading to a more comfortable place.
Endless grind day after day is destroying me. It’s now so clear why we are so blind. We are distracted from that of our own lives. My mind has no time and so it becomes meek. My writings bland my feelings blank my thoughts hazy and I can’t seem to catch my breath. The controller does the controlling while the Muppet's do thy bidding. And so we march on down their path forgetting ourselves and losing our ways.
My writings of a girl that I had once known whose innocents was unwillingly taken away at about the age of 14...
Damaged Goods (Busted)
Taken away, beaten and bruised they now lie on the floor alone. Covered in a bed of filth they are slowly rotting away. You would think they are diseased by the way society overlooks them. Seventy five percent off the original price, their worth has declined to near paper thin levels. Scavengers now prey on the worthless, seeking to take what is left. Beautiful had become ravaged now the ravaged are plundered. Clueless to their own reality they only wish to be free from the pain. Try to run, this pain is never ending. We always fall short of our destination. And so I leave you, just like the rest, wallowing alone. I offered my best.
This is not an end. I will return to save my friend.
With two years comes a new Job which is a “NEW” job not a “GOOD” job. Or should I say it’s better than nothing. It’s quite odd how I ran away from school only to find myself working in a facility with over 200 employees. I’ve been there a year now and it’s funny how I still have flashbacks of school at work. It’s nerve racking and kind of reminds me of a war Veterans flashbacks to combat.
I sit alone at lunch and stare at a wall. That’s hard to admit for me. It’s extremely difficult to eat with so many people around, I feel like everyone is critiquing how I eat. I’m so afraid to speak I don’t want to make my coworkers dislike me. My words are few and far between. When I am spoken to I come off awkward because I am panicking in my head trying to think of the right thing to say. I avoid looking at people when walking past them and I think that this is making people think that I am a snob. I can never escape the feeling of everyone’s eyes on me judging me.
Like torture of my own making, that is my life and that is my job with social anxiety.
