Coldest Summer

by Emotiionsz   Oct 17, 2009


It was a cold wet breeze slapping in the summer heat...
Walking down the street with my hoody on and my hands tucked in my pockets.
I close my eyes and think of the good times...none come to mind...disgust at the pit of my stomach hurls up and turned to hate for myself...
Then the hate toward people then transformers into weakness, misery and denial...
Why does no one care for me? No one to talk to? No one to say they understand me?

NO ONE AT ALL!

I consume all the food in the fridge, i weigh myself, 135 and hit the bed sleep with misery in my heart...but what i believe is sleep isn't sleep...its me WIDE awake picturing how things should be...

I'm back on the shivering Sun heating street...my body quivers at the slightest movement of my body....
I bit down on my lip and dream of the days were i smiled and laughed with the rest of the crowd...now I'm a lonely sheep

fearlessly crying...

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  • 15 years ago

    by Emotiionsz

    Thank you sooo much! =]

    and yeah it is a fight...a battle everyday! but yes suffering creates beauty most of the time!

  • 15 years ago

    by Kuro

    Somedays i don't want to get out of that bed. because each day is a fight. fighting against what other people think, rumors, judgment, critisism. it never ends... the numbness will come next. then all you want to do is be normal and feel like everyone else, so you put on a mask to fool others to think you're okay.

    they say all great artists suffer for their art. and that is what every day is.

    sorry about my rant, but that is what i thought about right after i finished reading this.

    even though you feel alone, i feel it too. and so do a lot of people here on this site. so you are never alone or misunderstood to us.

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