25.03.18

Why are you even still here?

Nobody wants you.

A question that has been burning in the back of my head for the longest time.

What do you even bring to the table?

I’ll just wait here why you try and think up your response.

Oh wait, you can’t think of anything.

Typical.

Bringing nothing.

You are a worthless piece of trash, who does fuck all and acts like they’re so high and mighty.

The more I grow as a person, the more clearer it is to me who you really are.

My respect levels for you are at a level zero.

No in fact let me correct that, they are currently at less than minus 1000.

I’m not gonna let you push me off the edge. I will not be the one dangling off.

You disguise yourself as this respectable person, that you have a high and important status; but we can all see you for who you really are.

You are pathetic, washed up. A dried current wishing for days when you used to be a grape.

I aspire to be everything that your not.

So next time you want to spread your words of wisdom, you might want to take notes, go away analyse them and apply them to your own damn self.

Shop is closed.

Your business is not welcome here.

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Writer’s Corner – Me Again


I’m suffocating, drowning in this non-existence.

I want to scream at the top of my lungs. I want to punch every wall, kick every door.

I want to have a purpose, have some form of validation.

I want to exist. I want a reason to live.

I don’t want to be this invisible loner, lying here decaying.

I want my energy back, my spark.

I want to smile again, laugh until it hurts but still can’t stop.

I don’t want to be trapped here anymore. Stuck with my own thoughts as company; my captive and torturer.

I want this dull pain to stop. I want to rip it out of me. I want to throw it around, beat on it the same way it beats on me. I want to show it that I’m the one in control now.

I want to be me again.