My untitled poemTo die... is to end... Suicide... is to escape... Appreciate? don't care about yourself... Ego or brain-washed? blink yourself away to other space... Forget about love? live in the darkness? Scary future? live by your past? Pass your road... shame your mind... Don't knock the door... just bash it... Pain? humanity... sour? better than drug... Why don't you dream? dream about a beautiful life... Why don't you crawl? crawl to the end of your life...My untitled poem
"Just enjoy your life."
I'm blind when i live in the darkness... I'm deaf when i live in the crowd... &nbs
Who Will Cry?Tonight I may die, Who will cry? Through the abuse, the drugs, I fall deeper into the pit of relentless shit.Who Will Cry?
No one cries.
People cry when one leaves them, But what shall one do when there is no one to leave? Should I be optimistic or fanatic and accept the lies, Or should cut without worries knowing that I'll die,
After all, no one will cry.
How can you have a love of your life, When you yourself doesn't have a life to love.
Xanax. Zoloft. Caffeine. Alcohol. Abien. Nicotine. Tylenol. Marijuana. Lonliness. Cutting... Crying.. &nbs
first entry
I shall be planning on submitting my art and keeping a journal here. but first off there are some situations that i need to solve - and sitting on my ass isn't helping it at all.
I need to call my job and make sure i am still working there. I repair laptops for the Business School at the University of Michigan. woop-tee shit. I am very knowledgable at networking and programming. I dispise Microsoft. And Santa Cruz Operations for that matter.
Secondly I need to get money to cover this month's rent. it is way past due. gah. I need coffee.
And last, I need to revert back to who I used to be - Nawcom the dark gothy weirdo who likes to rave and have fun. Ughh, I literally changed my personality for my high school sweetheart and she morphed my mind into a painful log of manure - the kind that when you push it out it hurts because of the friction between your inner rectum and the peanuts that are evenly mixed in with the log.
Well I am halfway there to being my old self thank god. I just need to cover the first 2 things and then i won't want to slice my throat with a finely sharpened butter knife every night.
One, Two,
Fuck You,
nawcom
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