.:Unwanted:.Unwanted, helpless, unneeded, and useless.Im sure that every human being has felt these feelings. Thinking about it makes you close in. Sometimes words cant describe just how irritating it is to live with these feelings.Suddenly the existence of your appearance is disappearing. Out of no where slowly and unnoticed. Your going transparent and you heart is shrinking smaller, and the pain expands in such an unpleasant sight. Already you feel something running down your cheek yet nothing is there. Your lips are numb and the option of smiling is a mile away. Breathing so softly yet feeling a cyclone in your lungs. The truth in big bold letters.Unwanted, helpless, unneeded, and useless.Like holding a white flag in a troublesome battle. You give up and give in. Either snap and be fine later or wait for someone to edit those words.To be wanted, helpful, needed, and useful is another story.
.:Because im no Quitter:.Because Im no quitter.Looks like everyone gives up and quit, But Im going to prove that there is someone that doesnt give up, cause it seems like people quit because everyone else does.Because... I came here without a clue and got a goal, every goal I made has been satisfied.And if one hasnt then that doesnt stop me
And if everyone around me says you cant, that doesnt stop me
And when I get annoyed how people say you got it easyTheir not even trying
It makes me sickMakes me sick insideCant stand itReally cantJust makes me sick to continue
and quitBut that doesnt stop me
.:Grey brick walls:.These grey brick wallsWhen I hear how other peoples lives suck
I honestly think, boohoo does it look like I care? Do you even consider what others had or have been through? If you want sympathy dont go crying on me! Instead, I say some other crap to make them feel better. Making some stupid appearance saying that I care. Why? Because I wonder if I were to fall will you help me. Will you like me? Will I gain something worthy out of this? But apparently I dont. I get absolutely nothing but more crap in my mind.So slowly the confessions of others are turning into some hard grey brick. One by one they pile on top of each other, making a brick wall. A brick wall where no one can see my sadness and no one would even look. This wall makes me insecure and it doesnt allow me to express myself. A wall covering myself in darkness and sorrow.Im tired trying to get rid of these bricks and I think to myself. If I was completely covered by walls no more crap would com