When a close one changes into something the mirror cannot recognize.
Another day for me, a deeper grave, a more painful fall.
I don't enjoy this. Not one bit. Not at all. Not fun.
I'm canceling out all the pain. There's a flickering, dying hope.
God wants to kill me slow.
Boys do cry.
I'm keeping quiet. I'm bottling it up.
Originally posted by thehappybunny:I'm keeping quiet. I'm bottling it up.
I find it an irony that you call yourself 'thehappybunny'?
Originally posted by Devil1976:I find it an irony that you call yourself 'thehappybunny'?
i wasnt such a wreck when i first joined
Originally posted by thehappybunny:i wasnt such a wreck when i first joined
Just happened to be so or.... Because of this forum?
Originally posted by Devil1976:Just happened to be so or.... Because of this forum?
the former.
I'm dirt, alone, and far from sober.
hmm...
when you see him injured, walk right by
Originally posted by thehappybunny:when you see him injured, walk right by
Originally posted by rlsh07:
can meh. later the guy die how?
Originally posted by thehappybunny:
Originally posted by thehappybunny:the former.
I'm dirt, alone, and far from sober.
"In life, more often than not... There's always an option..."
Give me strength, or give me apathy.
Everyday, the smile of the sun dimmed on me. There is no more sun now, just a thunderstorm.
A connection of any kind is the dawn of hope
We have guns, and we have tears.
Apathy. Finally.
Looking for a bunny. Who is actually dead.
A daily life of conflicting thoughts.
If loneliness at the top.. why loneliness at the bottom ? Is it so true that there is no way of overriding ancient wisdom ?