Some may see this as boo hooing or even crying poor me like I'm trying to woo some opinions in my favor. With predetermined judgements some even savor my dark times, like it's not hard enough already to push forward and keep steady all the while making ready plans in the back if my head for a body that longs to be dead. With thoughts propagating faster than rabbits not properly allocating instead developing bad habits it's a wonder I'm still alive today. Would anyone even stay when I'm willing to say what's on my mind or will they keep walking about their way, swaying out reach just to leave me behind? I try to hide within these walls feeling like a little man who constantly stumbles down these spiraling halls of life. Am I living on borrowed time dealing with unwanted strife? Thoughts that are not my own that come and go, feelings I do not want that uncontrollably flow through my brain. Like a reaction in a chain as it swings, leaving a stain on my soul for me to later believe, I may be able to run, perhaps fight, but to what avail for I do not have the might to win a battle that's out of sight. To others that do not suffer this evil affliction, it's like trying to explain an unfathomable addiction. They'll never understand this chemical brand that steers me away from making a stand, losing all hope and wanting to reach for the rope and jump from a ledge to plummet past the edge of darkness just to escape this land of starkness.
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Ramblings of a Stranger
RandomA collection of my views and observations, and some ramblings, nightmares or dreams. Thought provoking, or boring, all is a product of my brain.
