She is the most beautiful girl that you’ll ever see.
With a doll-like face and her speech so clean.
She is adored by all but no one knows the truth.
That little miss Alice likes to climb upon the roof.
She’ll sit there all night and cry all night long.
But the words she tries to say get drowned in a song.
“I’m real I’m real” she cries at the moon.
“Will someone save me quick, will someone come round soon.”
Then little miss Alice will trip and she falls.
With the moon looking over her shoulder as she calls.
“I’m real I’m real please save me from this chain.”
Then she blacks out into sleep, forgetting all her pain.
The next morning she’ll wake up from her sleep.
A woman’s staring at her as if she were a creep.
“You went on the roof and made quite a fall.
Oh Beth what did you do, why didn’t you just call?”
Alice starts to cry out “that is not my name.”
“I’m sick and tired of you try’na force me in this game.”
“I’m real, I’m real and I’ll never lose this fight.”
The woman cried out loud and in came the men in white.
And now miss Alice is locked up again.
With two safe dosages of escitalopram.
But in the night she still cries loud.
“Beth, I’m scared, come on please let me out.”
But Beth will ignore her cause she has found.
“I can win if I just ignore this hellish sound.”
“You’re fake, you’re fake she cries in her head.”
“Why is this my life, I wish that you were dead.”
So I'm back, I wasn't going to come back to vf but I did, however I have missed out on so much, I was scared to like, scared to love and because I was scared I threw everything away.. I won't get a chance like that again... These chances are one in a million.. so here's to the future... to a happy self, the one person I wanted to be happy is happy and that makes me happy.. I will cherish our time together and I fondly read over emails between us reminding myself everyday.. life's too short.. take that chance... After all we all need a happily ever after...
Mood: low Music: Three days grace - here without you
It's embarrassing how wrong you always are. You look like a prick. The music you listen to is terrible and your defense of it just highlights how little your tiny mind is equipped to cope with anything as taxing as an informed opinion. Your opinions are also all wrong, and no it isn't 'my opinion and everyone has a different one'...
... Have your own petty opinion, doesn't mean it isn't fucking MORONIC. And plain wrong, of course.
You think too small, you aren't capable of seeing the bigger picture. You think just because you can't imagine it, it can't exist. You know fuck all about the gadgets that rule your life. You love TV shows and movies that are actively making you stupid, but you're too dense to realise. Just being near you is lowering my IQ. Your kids are idiots, because you are an idiot and you don't know how to bring them up any other way. You lack perspective.
You give me a headache with your stupid.
You say 'You think you're better than us! Well you're not!', completely unaware of how utterly wrong you are. Call me arrogant, I'd rather be arrogantly informed than obliviously idiotic. You aren't funny. Taking lots of pictures of yourself won't make you any prettier or soothe any insecurities. You aren't a model because your friend takes pictures of you. You especially aren't one if you only take them of yourself.
You say you 'love' things all the time, which just makes you sound like a brain damaged puppy.
You are politically unaware. Total ineptitude is the national average because of people like you. Talking about how bad things are and how they need to change is comical when you haven't got the spine to be the first one to stand up and take action, nor the guts to stand behind someone who has and actually stick around to back them up. You are intellectually bankrupt. If you can't get it on Kindle, Netflix or someone doesn't Tweet it to you, you'll never even know 'it' ever existed.
You think this post isn't about YOU.
You are an internet tough guy, to which a post like this is the perfect bait.. and you'll go for it too, because you are an idiot. My monumental mistakes pale in comparison to the tragedy that is your continued existence. Empathy is like a mythical superpower in your eyes.. if you even know or understand what empathy means, that is. You look like a prick when you preach peace and then say you 'support the troops', like their bullets go around their targets. Preaching about satanism makes you sound like you are fucking 14 years old, no matter how old you are. You celebrate other countries cultural holidays like they are your own, incapable of understanding that your very doing so dishonors and cheapens it for everyone. You don't shut up about your fucking individuality, like everybody else. You aren't mentally capable of creating something original. You ask questions blindly that you never actually seek the answers for. You aren't a fucking vampire.
But you certainly are a freak.
You are the problem.
You are the reason I say these things.
You are the reason that nothing matters anymore.
Mood: You're an idiot and I hope you die. Music: The internal screaming caused by living on the same planet as you.
This is a hard question to answer, especially based on ones own religious choices. In my beliefs, If one considers it to be wrong to do, and you do it anyway, that is a sin agents ones own self and there personal beliefs.
Also in my beliefs, is the seven sins. These are a basis for behavior patterns that can be self destructive or harmful to others. In some religions, just the thought of these things, just the image in your head or craving in your soul can be a sin.
Is it the images in our heads that makes us sinners, or is it our actions that makes us a saint?
If I did half the things that I see in my head or have the craving to do, I would be arrested and giving a lethal injection, even things that I feel is wrong, yet the images and cravings still jump up... does this make me a Sinner.
If it does shouldn't the fact that I don't do them make me a saint for protecting this world from myself. After all I have saved countless lives just by not doing what my urges tell me to. Can we be our own saviors?
"I am no ones god but my own, therefor I have no right to judge anyone's actions but mine"
Judgement: I am a conflict inside of a war. I am a SiNNeR, its how I'm wired, I really cant control what I see and crave. I am a saint, I try do do more for my enemy's than i do for myself, always willing to put other before myself and make the sacrifice so others do not have to.
I am a split soul, One hand in the light, One hand in the dark,
This allows me to do the most evil things, for all the right reasons.
I envy people who live in a black and wight world,
My universe only has shades of grey.