some weird/depressing crap that i found in my documents folder...

Untitled
It’s an endless circle of hurt
Hurled time and time again
At the brick wall
Blood everywhere washing over soon-to-be scars
Yet I wish it was that feeling that actually happened
Rip me, Tear me. Hurt me
That’s what you’re meant to do
Tears well up in my eyes
Bite my lips to hold them back
It’s happening
All over again
It cannot be healed
It cannot be suppressed
It cannot be calmed
Uncontrollable hurt
Raging pain everywhere
Hurt! Hurt! Hurt!
It’s happening
All over again
You can’t escape it.....

Untitled 2:

The lonely road is before us.
And as I walk through it I remember past happenings
Things that are long gone
Back then, the past was life
So now is this life now past?
Are we the past of the future?

Unwanted Solitude:

Stuck all alone
In this cold wide setting
I am helpless in this scene
And I am seen as helpless
A hopeless, helpless, friendless being
By myself, I walk through these hallways
Through crowded corridors of a mingling species
Kind to their familiars
But isolating others not yet known to them
Isolating strange new creatures
Those who are different
And those who are misunderstood
A hard place it is to be
In this scenario
Stuck all alone.
Or are we the future of the past.....