Music and cutting only masks what is truly there.
You guys don't get it because... Well I don't know if you have been there but I guess most of you have never been there.
Writing is my escape but only for the moment where I am actually writing. When I am done. Reality is still here and being honest, the way I write is very realistic I'd say, so there never really is an escape..... And that's sad.
People out there,
Just entertain me. That's all they are entertainment, because talking to them might help me forget, but its always back after a slit second.
As I write this I am shaking, from the inside out. Please! Calm the fire! Help me!
Help me please! I am just a half dead soul, searching! Notice I just said searching because I don't know what I am searching for!
I want help, but where will it come from when most of the people on this God forsaken earth are crazy, if not about a man or woman, its food, if its not that its material things, or just some weird thing! And as teenagers we can't really help ourselves because we are just big blobs of hormones that I guess triggers our emotions (idk)
Things get scarier and weirder everyday, and with my dad giving up and mother not talking, I am left to "figure things out"
In all honesty I am just stuck, but only because I am afraid to move.
The things we think are real, will never exist, but the things we were taught to be folly, will become reality and what will we do? What will i do?!
