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I know what the truth is. I feel fairly confident that what I have been taught since I was able to comprehend it is perfectly right. God, the truth in the ten commandments, the difference between religion and spirituality and a basic understanding of what's good. It all makes perfect sense. Easy to trust. Easy to understand. Easy to capture this unconditional love. But I don't know what he's thinking. Even when he tells me what he wants, I still wonder if I can believe him. Conversations, what feels right, the gut instinct on what to say or do, trusting someone who is completely incapable of keeping that simple trust. It makes no sen

I felt like I didn't exist today. Like my insides had all decided to stop working. Its a very uncomfortable feeling. I couldn't breathe and my heart's like, "Hey, I'm out,' and all the other organs just kinda followed like dominoes. But I'm still alive. My brain continued thinking through the rest of my body's failure. I was curled on the ground, unmoving, and all my mind could ask me was, "I wonder what tomorrow will be like?' My natural curiosity made my heart begin to beat again. Rather quickly, a warm familiarity flooded everywhere throughout my veins. As my lungs took a full, deep breath, I found myself standing and running again. The du

Negative Thinking I am unloved. I will not be decieved into believing that Someone will one day care for me. It is inevitable that Tomorrow will be as bad as today was, and It is obviously foolish to predict that Anything can improve, Showing that The idea of kindness is Not a path to greatness. Doing the minumim is Only logical. To try my hardest is Therefor, A joke. Simply implausible. “Is There really anything important outside my own needs?” The benifit to the question; “is A greater power actually out there?” Has yet to be discovered, and besides, there is A great reward for narcisism. No one is

your voice shivers through me like breezes shaking time-worn boughs (and I cannot resist that ancient call) slide your whispers along skin, let them sink deep as bone breathe my name, a fervent, sighing psalm and I will lift my face to your sun and unfurl my limbs singing like new leaves dancing in the warm winds of spring

I have this dream, that my life is falling apart at the seams Ancient at nineteen with no teeth and bloody blue jeans That time rushed by me and i never got the chance to be a teen That i got hooked on methamphetamine and cutting my wrists to watch them bleed