Lean on me, when you’re not strong.
And I’ll be your friend.
I’ll help you carry on.
For it won’t be long.
‘Til I’m gonna need.
Somebody to lean on.
Pretty girl sitting across the room from me..
Can I sit with you?
I don’t even have to talk or say anything to you
or I can
and probably say something stupid
that could accidentally offend you
or creep you out
i’m not a weirdo
in fact, I’m a pretty cool guy
if I could just talk
to you.
but if not talking sounds creepy to you
i could put these words into action
i would just have a regular conversation with you
just two people
experiencing each other
for the first time
and i will smile
and you might smile
and i will have that moment in my mind forever
as the day
i had the courage
to speak
not when spoken to.
But this won’t happen
becuase i don’t haver the guts to
even look in your direction
more than once
just to understand the opportunity
that i’m missing.
And i’ll never see you again..
and i will never know you..
chances lost
chances lost
chances lost…
never acting…
such is life i suppose.
“The true poet has no choice of material. The material plainly chooses him, not he it”
- Buddy Glass/J D Salinger
The preoccupation of my impending failure
overtakes every thought in my mind currently
sadly
I wish i could stop the train wreck i saw coming from miles away
yet i didn’t
couldn’t
like life was moving before my eyes
and i was
disconnected
and i was depressed
and i was enamored
with the thought
of the end
that all i saw
was
an end
and i never broke my gaze
because if i did
what other future could be there for me
life seems so limited
to me
for me
that i couldn’t see
the crash
boom
bang
went the things in my mind
and
all i could hear was that silence
that loud, painful
deafening
silence
and it was just there
and it was just there
and it was just….
there.
The days I’m alone are when I’m the safest
There’s no one else to hurt me
But me
And usually,
I’m ok with that you see
Because generally
I’m better off alone
And this depression will be the end of me
I can feel it
And this loneliness is just a remedy
To the life I live
What a fallacy
To think of what a good person I could be
When I’m not and I can feel it
And I intentionally
Let my fingers slide over the trigger,
Caress the line between life and death
Because they say that strong genes are hereditary
But what happened to me?
When they say that mental weakness is for the meager
To hide themselves
Until the day that they can take the lives that they’ve wasted
And meet their creator
And they’ll meet sadly
With nothing to report other than the fallacy
They called life
Because they were the weak ones,
And they were the hated ones
And they were the faithless ones
Not by choice
But because they couldn’t let themselves get closer
To the light
Because they had doubt in their hearts
And it led them astray
What a travesty.
It seems like this glowing screen in front of me is my only friend
These days..
I wish I could feel
I wish I could feel more than sad on good days
And utterly hopelessly alone on the bad ones
I wish I had a girl to break my heart
Well there was that one,
That one still in my mind
For some stupid, idiotic reason,
I should have forgotten her years ago
Moved on with my life
But on the days I don’t find myself reminding my memory of what she looks like
-still beautiful as ever-
The world around me
And the things I’m connected to
Keep reminding me
Of her
And as much as I don’t want her in my mind anymore
I do…
And this is my fault
For obsessing over something I’ll never have
Its probably not to healthy
But I’m going to let it kill me
Because its all I have left of her
And I’m not ok with that
I should be rid of her
But I can’t.
Maybe it’s the closure that I so desperately need
Things weren’t left on a good note
And that’s probably what I’m needing
For my sanity
I need to be rid of this
I guess I don’t even really want her per se…
More so the closure that one final conversation would have I suppose.
I guess this summer would be a good time to at least attempt
Or to think about attempting…
I’ll probably bitch our like I normally do
But then I’ll never get that closure that my sanity so desperately needs.
She changed who I was
I used to care about things
More so than I do now.
And with all this other shit going on,
I can’t help but feel…
Well what do you feel when you’re essentially disconnected from large amounts of reality?
Nothing
Absolutely nothing.
And I have the nerve to offer my help to people around me for their problems
Problems that I wish I could experience.
Even the pain,
Especially the pain.
-How selfish-
Because lately, the only pain I’ve been feeling,
Is the crushing loneliness
That that holds me back,
Pins me to the ground,
As my missed opportunities,
Gloriously high dreams never achieved
My self worth
Gather around me,
And pound me into the dirt.
Because I can’t get any lower than this
So they keep kicking me
Punching me
And mock me,
And taunt me
And I can do nothing but scream out in pain that isn’t physically there
Because I feel nothing
Nothing,
Nothing,
Nothing.
This crippling loneliness is my only friend,
On this long, unforgiving road they call,
Life.
One day after the next,
The hours get shorter,
And shorter,
And shorter,
and shorter-
As I unflinchingly progress,
Towards my utter destruction.
I know its there,
I want to change my path,
But I can’t.
What a terrible “friend” you are.
Always leaving me to my thoughts.
I spend more time inside my head.
Instead of out of it.
And I blame you.
I hate you.
I hate everything you’ve become.
You were such a good…
…Were you ever good?
Ehhh……. I don’t think you were ever good…
But what do I know?
I’m only in your mind all the damn time.
How did you become what you are?
Just a bad seed from the beginning?
Or some thing must’ve made you that way..
Doubt it.
You were like this from the beginning,
You deserve this horrible, painful, crippling lonliness.
Your life’s purpose is to repel people.
They’ve been pointing it out for a long time,
It’s terrible that you’re only coming to this realization now..
Attracting girls..
…heh…
That’s a good one.
I’m surprised they don’t vomit on sight of you…
Maybe they do, just mentally.
And then judge you,
And then laugh at you,
And then mock you,
And then laugh at you,
And then laugh,
And then laugh,
And then laugh.
And they’re probably right.
They’ve been telling you your whole life right?
You’re a piece of shit.
Why even bother?
Not worthy of a glancing look.
That’s why you can’t even bring yourself to so much as look at a girl in close proximity…
Pitiful.
Absolutely pitiful.
I’m still amazed you’ve still only now realized this.
It’s so damned obvious.
No friends either. Heh.
How could you attract a girl much less anyone even remotely like-minded
To you.
You, you are one in a million…
Thank God for that.
Let’s keep it that way.
You deserve nothing that you’ve got.
He’s always mocking you.
With everything around you.
Gotta love his sense of humor..
Always right on the money.
Always.
Always.
Always.
She said,
Baby, don’t let go of the light,
It’ll keep you safe when I’m not there to protect you.
Warm when I’m not there to
Hug you.
Ill always be with you.
With you,
With you,
With you,
With you-
How could you leave me?
Why would you leave me?
What would I do without you?
How can I survive without you?
Always there,
Waiting to console me from the demons that lie
in wait outside this home.
There he goes,
The last soldier,
On the crusade of false
Morality
Wishing he never bought into the propaganda
Of their broken ideals
Limping away from the battle that broke his will
Power
To overcome the unseen enemy
To which he and his brethren owed their
Existences to fighting
If only they knew
In retrospect,
The lone crusading soldier always knew
But he chose to
Ignore his instincts in order to create a future
For himself and the others
Who followed with him.
They claimed the dogma of the
Broken ideals,
The hollow words of proposed purpose
But there was none.
Never has been
Never will be
They didn’t know
But He knew,
And he told no one
How can one lead the sightless and the soundless from disaster?\
If the do not want to be shaken awake?
From their wilful stupor of ignorance?
So he ventures on, away from the battle, yet
Staggering onward blade of false pretence justice
in hand
how could he stop now?
The blood of his fallen brothers
Weighing his spirit down
But he cannot stop,
Lest the demons of truth claim him
and he be brought to
absolute
justice.