I believe that we are put here in human form to decipher the hieroglyphs of love and suffering. And, there is no degree of love or intensity of feeling that does not bring with it the possibility of a crippling hurt. But, it is a duty to take that risk and love without reserve or defense.
I see these judging eyes, staring straight at me. But they’re only judging, because they’re made to see.
And to deal with that, I didn’t know how. I escaped, and left my home town. My mind is racing but I say that I am not concerned. I can barely sleep at night, shit, I just toss and turn. On the verge of rock bottom, and a breakdown. Depression right around the corner, I am not safe now. I thought time would heal, depression still comes and goes. I am such a lost cause, look I even ran from home. I thought my dream would eventually become therapeutic, thought it be the solid rock I need if I ever lose it. But all it’s been is a gift and a curse. Now the only tracks I make are in my wrist and it hurts. If I’m gone leave my hand on my chest. But don’t follow my footsteps or the example I’ve left. That’s how I used to feel, man it’s gotta be. That shits to real, I’m speaking honestly. All these people with there comments think they know best. Thinking that they know more, honestly they know less. I came from nothing man, at school i was the laughing stock. Used to keep me up at night, now, I just laugh it off. Now look who’s laughing, I bet it isn’t you. And the shit you read about me, it isn’t true. But before I go let me explain myself. I got here by myself, no one gave me help