All the things that are said, and all the feelings felt, are they real? do they matter at all, or am i insane, should i care what im feeling isnt sopposed to be here? should i care for my well-being at all? Why do i sit and wonder, and all i do is cry? My life aint half bad, according to others, my mind isnt so skrewed, my body aint horrible, and my laugh dont need to improve, but then why do i feel like all of these were lies, that poeple have said. Was it a lie to get me to try and feel better about my self? or was it just a lie to get me to listen to them?
Im so confused in the world of today, in my waking hours, i am screamed at, hurt, physically, and mentaly scared, I am lied to, and kicked around, told the problems of everyone, my stress builds up, and i smoke a ciggerette, its time to sleep, so i smoke some weed, my sleep finally comes, after hours of laying awake. My dreams are not salvation, but another heap of stress, my night mares of carnage and people being killed. Burning flesh of those still alive, mealting of the skin of those whose tourtuer just begun, Holes drilled in to the middle of thier toughs and then the metal drill heated, till the tissue of the tough boiles, and blisters, then spilles down their throughts the white hot flesh, searing the insides, while others have their toes and fingers smashed with blunt hammers.
````````to be continued, i g2g for now````````
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