1st drop

Just Write · 03-29-2013, 01:58 PM

it was my adolecent years that i often tend to forget
paper airplanes to dodge ball to watching video cassettes
only mediocre regrets, like playing 7 minutes in heaven,
and the gitters of me being 11 an never kissing yvette
so simple and yet, memories slowly slipped through my fingers
i lost all connection and only a few recolections have lingered
seems the effect of my seizures crept through my features
now im one step closer to death and watching life from the bleachers.
cant use a knife im a bleeder, but self mutilation is such a rush
(if you wanna overcome the pain you just focus on the blood)
ive grown to not need love, such a useless emotion
its confusion is potent leaving you bruised n then broken
dont get me wrong, trust.. ive had some of the weakest moments
lust.. a bleak notion where i felt in love and the need for atonement
its a pivitol component, the desire to be wanted
a feeling of desperation that hides in our subconcious
the minds process is haunted by so many insecurities
defence mechanisms brought on by saying hurtful things
maturity is slowly fading as our school sytems lay tainted
teachers only after a paycheck, n give a fuck less if you're graduating
lets face it, our society is slowly losing its life line
as we sit back, complacent waiting for the right time to shine.

03-29-2013, 01:58 PM	#1
Just Write Senior Member Join Date: Mar 2013 Posts: 1,709 Battle Record: 9-12 Rep Power: 4997617	1st drop it was my adolecent years that i often tend to forget paper airplanes to dodge ball to watching video cassettes only mediocre regrets, like playing 7 minutes in heaven, and the gitters of me being 11 an never kissing yvette so simple and yet, memories slowly slipped through my fingers i lost all connection and only a few recolections have lingered seems the effect of my seizures crept through my features now im one step closer to death and watching life from the bleachers. cant use a knife im a bleeder, but self mutilation is such a rush (if you wanna overcome the pain you just focus on the blood) ive grown to not need love, such a useless emotion its confusion is potent leaving you bruised n then broken dont get me wrong, trust.. ive had some of the weakest moments lust.. a bleak notion where i felt in love and the need for atonement its a pivitol component, the desire to be wanted a feeling of desperation that hides in our subconcious the minds process is haunted by so many insecurities defence mechanisms brought on by saying hurtful things maturity is slowly fading as our school sytems lay tainted teachers only after a paycheck, n give a fuck less if you're graduating lets face it, our society is slowly losing its life line as we sit back, complacent waiting for the right time to shine.