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A Rant About Truth |
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[[About Me]] |
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People spend too much time thinking about shit that doesn't matter. I'm not one of the people that are going to tell you, "Life is precious, don't waste it" or any religious crap like that, but I will say what I've realized. Life sucks when you realize nobody could care less about you. You start thinking about things you could've done or said to make everyone hate you - and things you never did or said that would've mattered. People don't think about shit that would matter anymore because they are selfish. Why care about or know someone when you can pamper yourself - get what you want? You never say what you think about people - and if you do - then it's long after you thought it and fate has already seized what could have been. People need to stop being scared and just - be honest - be truthful. There would be less confusion and shame if we could just say what we feel. The mind is not an evil thing - what evil can truth bring ? The truth hurts - yes - but pain is not evil. Pain is just - life. So why can't people tell the fucking truth? From telling your crush how you feel to talking to your friend(s), or telling your parent(s) what they really make you think about them, |
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there are so many ways we lie - or remain silent. I am tired of being silent. From now on, I will speak the truth. I will not hide what my soul and mind show me. And if this causes me pain - then so be it. Pain is not an unbearable burden to bear for being honest and unselfish. I refuse to be blinded by the inhumanity of the human race. I have told my crush how I felt about him, told my friends what my life is like and how they make it better, and I have told my mother how she has influenced me and what I think of her. I have told the truth about myself because this is who I am and who I want to be, I'm sick of hiding my face so people won't have to look me in the eyes. One day someone will see me and they will want to know me. They won't be ashamed of what I am, or the things I think and do, or my art. They will understand I have something that no one else seems to have anymore - a soul. And it will be because I was not afraid of the truth - and what's more - I was not afraid to be truthful to myself and others. These kind os things are what matters and what people should be more concerned about.
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Unmasked |
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This is a song I wrote....whatever-it's quite insane if you ask me... |
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When the smell of smoke has stained your hands
Eyes closed - lips part and exhale the poison
Deep inhale, lungs breathing in toxication
Relaxation
Calm
Knowing it can eventually lead to your death
Not caring
You're going to die anyway
So why not light up another one
And find peace
In a world already full of pollution?
The smoke won't stay beautiful forever
It will become ugly, rising like fear
Curling, burning your nostrils
And making your eyes water.....
Your lungs will become engulfed in invisible flames
Bile will rise in your throat
Cough up the poison
The cancerous pain now suffocating
What was once pleasure
The taste will forever linger
Spit, spit - it will never betray the foulness
Your tongue swells
Your vision blurs
Tears sting
Damn the pain
We are all damned
Life is Hell
Hell is life
Disease is disguised as joy
Fake, deceiving happiness
There is no such thing
There never was
The soul is consumed by bitter hate
And forever is dead
Death loves no one
Therefore neither does the soul
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Alone, be my love
Alone, do you feel me?
Alone, are you here?
Alone, can you heal me?
Cuz I'm bleeding from my fingertips
Never thought that I could hurt like this
Love is a razorblade
And I am a psycho
Self-mutilation?
How was I sposed to know?
But anywaze
Alone, be my love
Alone, can you hear me?
Alone, are you here?
There's no need to fear me
Cuz I'm whispering my life away
But everything will be okay
This world is so mean
And I am a schitzo
Deranged paranoia?
Where the Hell am I sposed to go?
Well anywaze
Alone, be my love
Alone, do you feel me?
Alone, are you here?
Well this is the real me........
(bitter laugh)
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