Dreaming the days away to see if the pain would decrease and possibly fade. It never works to run and hide like a coward afraid of life. To want the drugs, to take that hit, to get away. Just one more time, one more day only to help the agony of the pain lessen until it completely faded away...
"It's sad but it's so happy at the same time, but it lets you know that someone really cares after all." Was said to me of a song that made me ponder my thoughts deeply. Out of all the apprehending I came to the one thought that wouldn't possibly seem to remove its miraculous self. How can someone care if they are never truly there?
Thoughts of death come out from hiding; trying to push it away it keeps coming back. All you're damn bickering isn't helping. The simple thought of suicide had done nothing more than bring a smile to my face and pleasure to my subconscious mind. To leave this obnoxious loathsome place we insist on calling our "home." Why would I want to give myself this glorious honor of helping myself at ease?
What is the exact meaning to be truly happy? To tell you the complete truth it is quite astonishing, to have nothing go wrong in your life. Although when they say that "Once you've hit rock bottom the only way is up." Well what goes up must come down. It's hard having that complete happiness only to have it torn from under your feet.
My last few words to you would have to be: Love like you've never been heartbroken, care like you've wanted to be cared for, and listen to all problems, help them out if you can. The only real thing is to look at things from a brighter prospective. See the glass half full, not half empty. I guarantee that it will do nothing but make you stronger as a person. You can't really count on dreams and drugs to save you from everything.
