Sorrow.
I tried to connect with each and every one of you.
But no.
I’m alone.
In perpetual sorrow.
Sometimes I Will lift my head and smile
But I will always return to the ever familiar sorrow.
I have no hope for the future.
The present has given me no promise.
The past was a struggle, how could things ever change.
And when I think of that lost, of things that I hate
at the very top is me, my face, and my name.

Your a downer they say
Cheer up its not that bad.

I reply thank you
For commenting
On a life you never had

Belts which never hit you
Ears which were never pulled
Stretched until they tore
And scabbed hard as wood

I don’t think you’ve ever sat
At Recess all alone

Just waiting for it to end
So you could return back home
And crawl into your bed
And under the sheets
Where you could pretend just about anything
Close your eyes and make believe
That you were not alone
That you had a friend
And the two of youwould go on adventures
Until nights end
A little boy of ten
And his imaginary friend

But as you grew older even he went away
And that white light if hope faded to gray
And darker still till it became pure black
And any chance of redemption would never come back
You were doomed for a life
of depression and angst
And it all culminated
At your first high school dance

You remember you neighbor convinced you to go
Its a dark room who cares
About who you know

But as I arrived.
Alone, by myself
And stood in the line
With no one else

Everyone could tell that I had come alone
So I stared and fidgeted with my cell phone
Almost as if to say
My friends are almost here
But even if I waited till morning
Not a soul would appear

That night was a mare
As I stood all alone
As the music played
I stayed glued to my phone

It was just a preview
Of what was to come
the lonliness I’d feel
Before high school was done

As I walked through the halls
To each class of the day
I could only listen to conversations
And listen to what people would say

I had no one to talk to
Not even a soul
Its a shock I kept going
I’m a Bitch, i know

as I walked I kept my head down low
I just walked From class to class when I needed to go.

I remember one day I tried to make friends
But after a while I realized they wetter just pretend

Come to the football game well hang out they would say
But when I got there I was just as alone as the day
Even the nerdiest kids in the school
Saw me as prey

then one day I said
I’m done i’m not going out
This feeling is not worth it
I’ll stay home and pout

I hate all those kids
They make me feel dumb
I sit there in silence
And watch then have fun

They kill my self esteem
Every single day
I just want to be with them
Some how some way

I don’t know why I keep tumbling, no one reads the shit I write, I might as well give up

But hey, I should be used to living like this.

If in the end we all die.

We waste or time with love anger hate happiness, and then we die…

These things don’t matter, this worlds really isn’t that impressive.

In the end everybody dies

I either need to kill my father or move out.

And guns are cheaper than rent

im on meds for

• depression
• anger managment
• and mood swings

Its comforting to think we are so close

I am a ghost
Walking around in the real world
With no idea what i’m doing or why i’m doing it
Only the faintest idea that I need something better
That we all need something better

our naked bodies are beautiful. they can inspire awe, they are gifts. 

but we spend thousands of dollars, and huge amounts of wasted time on covering up what is natural. 

obviously we would be subject to extreame weather conditions if we didnt have clothing, but if our civilization had evolved without clothing we wouldnt be phased by such conditions. 

For example, when i was a kid, walking around in west africa i never wore shoes. As a result the bottoms of my feet are rock hard. Ive stepped on tacks and nails and not known until i heard them scrape against the ground. It is incredibly hard to make the bottom of my feet bleed or even my hands. When they prick your thumb to take blood usually most people just bleed. I on the other hand do not. 

Clothing is unnecessary and pointless. why are we ashamed of what is ours? Why are we ashamed to show anatomy that everyone has? It is natural and right. 

next time you walk through a clothing store look at the miles and miles of fabric and think to yourself. Am i me? or am i my clothes? 

we dont know what we look like, we know what fabric looks like on us. Humanity has lost its humanity by covering up. 

P.s. im not saying go nudist, its impossible for us to turn back now. im just making an observation.

please stop dressing them in clothes.

The bush that spoke to Moses was a sativa.