I don't choose to be happy or say "I'm going to be apart" I wish it was that easy when you're chained. Today I feel like shit, I get so many things that are true and others that are just a throwaway.
Am I part of this? It's so nice to be buried with thousands of needles, however, you resist because you don't know what else to do; it's so easy to be told that you're a shitty person, to put yourself in your position that you finally recognize that you're not part of something or a place, how nice; it's like feeling in the clouds, because in the end you know you won't touch them, I don't choose to say "it was wonderful" when what they want to hear is something else, what do you want from me? You hurt me, but I'm mute because I care about you, I hate that part of me so much, yet I refuse to change.
I don't know how much I want to hate the world, I want there to be someone to blame, I want someone to take responsibility for my bitterness, I thought I wanted some kind of love, when in reality I just want to be free, I can't stand being under pressure, because they only remind you of what you mean, you're left on the floor, but no one cares because it's your pain.
You, life, are nothing but a lie with many layers, you look like those models who hide their real skin under a thick layer of makeup, because you have done nothing but raise hopes without being real.
There's nothing beautiful in suffering, nor is divinity a way to transcend, I'm someone because of what I go through but not because of your faithful hoax of hope and struggle; you don't know how much I've cried every night, I've seen the stars and made wishes, however, it all ends with your faithful friend death, you love this cycle, it seems that we are the proof of your bitterness.
I want to scream at you, but I don't know where you are or what your essence is, being such an unfair component makes me cry tears of blood.
It's not as if life can be captured in a work of art and admire its beauty, the synonym for beauty can't just be sadness and you make it look that way.
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you... a thousand times I hate you.
When I see you, you're nothing but a sycophant.
Living is not an art, get that out of your mind, living is much more complex, I don't understand why everyone looks for the good side and forgets the bitter side.
A distorted line cannot be art, a line with feeling is, that is the essence, I feel distressed because you lie, you propose that this is the end of everything "to live well" don't hurt me anymore, let justice take over, don't play with feelings and emotions, we are not your lab rats.
"Letter recovered from a fire on a ship passing through the ocean transparent bottom; its captain inside the treasure was bottled the letter, which he stole from the tower "In Franganti" in Italy, although the captain crashed the ship with an iceberg in the cold heart of the world, after the fire, since then the letter was there with the rest of the treasure".
From frustration, for life.
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LIVING IS NOT AN ART
Teen Fiction"It hurts so much to stay alive, there are times when it would be much better not to wake up when I am dreaming, for in this cruel world I can never rest." Michael, he could be that kid you see on the street and you wouldn't pay attention to him bec...
