I’ve been a bad person for the last several years,
But,
I’m not ashamed to admit it.
Because,
I’m committed to becoming a better person before I cease to exist in,
This beautiful life I was given…
Yet,
I always peg myself with the question:
Why am I alive when I could die right!
Now…
And,
Nobody would know until my body is found…
Still,
Never do I hurt myself in anyway,
Though.
If anything,
I’ll cry in my room and vent when I feel winded from handling all of this pain,
Inside of my heart where it’s empty of anybody’s,
Name…
Just a feeling that tends to manifest itself when you’re stigmatized as crazy,
A bum,
Or just a lazy prick without a goal to reach for the day!
Even if I know I’m working as hard as I can to upstage my demons,
On a stage where my tears drip drowning every heathen who could not refrain from,
Poking the belly of the Beast inside of me…
m3l0dicverse 
Good for you!
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I guess so lol
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Well better than repeating the same “bad” behavior right?!
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True, but if anyone’s as lonely as I’ve been, doesn’t really feel that great honestly. Maybe if I had human contact lol, idk.
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Try that.. personal connection is truly important. Why not try it?!?
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Honestly, it’s scary for me lol. I haven’t had that in several years and just kind of forgot how to make that happen. But I do try, I’m just weird lol.
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It’s ok… we’re all scared. Be salvaged and so it anyway-:)
💕
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I know. Enough people still treat me like shit enough for me to stay away tho lol. But as I always say, maybe one day.
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Those you def want to avoid!
Agreed! 💪🏻
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