Thursday, 20 June 2013
It's always darkest just before the dawn.
If I got a hammer and smashed my wrist/arm do you think it would break?
Am I already too broken to be plastered together. If the bone broke through the skin I think I might pass out.
Why I think these things before I sleep I cannot say.
I don't like showing my feelings. Infact I struggle to believe I have them at all. I'm now turning three blogs into one. Perfect example of a borderlines mind. From one numbless act onto another. Or maybe I'm just chaotically a pain in the ass. This is why I have no friends, or why I have never had any real friends.
People cross paths and you can always find someone anyone to talk to, same as if you go shopping with the intention if buying you are going to buy something.
With all these intentions pulsing through are veins leads me to question why I'm so embarrassed of myself. I am a real pain in the ass. Why someone doesn't run me over or cut my breaks like I dream every night I don't know. But the more I think about myself the more I want to cut it away, starve it, erase it and ignore it. I think I have control and then I burden someone else. I'm honestly sorry.
Intentions? To directions and perceptions. Fault may prevail but the sun will rise.
Stay awake with me and let's you prove them wrong.
It's always darkest until the dawn . - rise against x