This state of suspend oblivion presents itself to me now; an hour ago; a year ago. The lack of feeling, a thrust of emotions I recognize it by, when I become to tired to fight it off. I try, I truly do if only for the few who may love me.
Tag: self pity
No consiquences
I,ve reached that poinit in almost no-ones life where consiquences just dont matter. I cant find my phantoms, and cant find a way to kill what I cant find. I can’t kill my-self… pity, cuz as pitiful as life is, my soulmate wont let me, to kill one is like killing the other (crazy)
Living Hell
I found this piece I had written about a year ago, when I was stuck in a lot of self-pity and feeling very miserable. I had basically sent myself to a living hell. What is like to die and go to hell? Would you burn in everlasting physical pain? Would you be tortured by extreme… Continue reading Living Hell
ode to love, thanks saige.
..ode to love, thanks saige.:. this world is dark, this world is quite empty. there is little room for self-pity. you, you’ve taken me down, you took me down to a tragic place. a place that can only be described looking deeper then my face.
Whittling Life
Space is eternal it seems. On going, never ending and definately not forgiving. What we must do to move through these years of life is exhausting, emotionally and physically. Each day, becoming more and more difficult to get through. Those of us forced into a life of sun up to sun down pay the most.… Continue reading Whittling Life
strength
I’m reading all the time of hate and anger and frustration. I’m hearing nothing but the pain of others. I see the agony of all around me. And I have felt it, breathed it, been engulfed by it. I understand the need to vent, to get it all out. But I realise now that I… Continue reading strength