It’s Better Off This Way;

Using words as a form of expression; a creative outlet.

I wake up everyday feeling dead inside // Am I dead or am I dying // I’m always running and hiding // I’m always searching and seeking, questioning and weaving // Why is everyone always leaving? 

How do I fix this? How do I not miss? I’m so sick of this shit.

Head, heart, life’s a mess // cant get away from this stress // I’m so fucking depressed // Been feeling so tired, so wired, so numb // turning to the bottle and dealing with less.

Can’t give up, can’t quit- but I don’t want to wake up// it’s so hard to give a fuck.

Between a cliff and a blade’s edge, a rock and a hard place // which way to go // I don’t know, I don’t know… I DON’T KNOW. 

Feeling too much and falling too deep // losing piece after piece that I’m trying to keep // I need sleep.

Trying to hunt down my demons but feeling like prey // world on my shoulders, I am not okay // Red falling like rain in the cold light of day // will you miss me when i’m gone // it’s better off this way.

Picture From:http://edwardpun.blogspot.com/2010/10/ghost-in-cemetery.html 

A Walk Down Memory Lane

Here goes another trip to the past.

-When my siblings and I were younger, living in the same house with both mom and dad, we used to have a tape recorder. It was what was considered micro back then and it was silver.

The only reason we had this tape recorder was for evidence. We would record our parent’s fights. Continue reading “A Walk Down Memory Lane”