it always seems so difficult to verbalise certain thoughts yet when the right or perhaps wrong buttons are pressed, it all flows out, no holds barred.
why do i even subject myself to ridicule and insults?
i'm surely smart enough but not strong enough to walk away.
WALK AWAY WALK AWAY WALK AWAY WALK AWAY WALK AWAY.
there's nothing in there for you.
what are you trying to do?
bittersweet, nostalgia, emotions, all suicidal characteristics. yet, these are predominant traits in many.
tears that wouldn't drop. sunken insides that rip one inside out.
what is it about pain that sometimes makes us feel alive and dead at the same time? are all of us simply masochists? do we get off on torturing no other than ourselves? tattoos, self mutilation, head dive into tumultuous situations, engaging ourselves into painful scenes.
we are all masochists at heart aren't we? we all live to hurt ourselves, and in the process, hurt the ones around us as well.
what do we want? from ourselves? from the people around us?
we hurt. we die a little each day inside and yet we do not stop ourselves but delve deeper and deeper till it's much too late to dig ourselves out.
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