just smile and keep your mouth shut
cicatrice
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sometimes it is comforting to know that i am not alone in this. other times it is disheartening to know that there are so many people in this "civilized" world who are suffering. and so much of this pain is caused by poor parenting skills..abuse..neglect..hatred..apathy. why do these people have children? does it give them a buzz to think that their actions may launch them into the spotlightas their child blows his brain out in front of his classmates? or leaves a trail of broken bodies along the pacific coast highway?or gets arrested for selling her body along the sunset strip? would they feel proud? abuse perpetuates abuse whether towards others or towards themselves.
"heaven doesn't want me
and hell's afraid i'll take over"
fear of death is gain
scratching the walls of my glass coffin,scraping, raping my nails on the glass on the bottom..is there no end? when will this end? if i was u, i'd fucking hate me too
rock bottom's safest place to be..
..you can't fall any further
life aint a bitch..it's jeffrey dahmer
and hell's afraid i'll take over"
fear of death is gain
scratching the walls of my glass coffin,scraping, raping my nails on the glass on the bottom..is there no end? when will this end? if i was u, i'd fucking hate me too
rock bottom's safest place to be..
..you can't fall any further
life aint a bitch..it's jeffrey dahmer
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the people who say that, who insist you keep your mouth shut and smile, are just too busy and otherwise occupied to deal with all the messy feelings their human counterparts experience.
maybe they don't get enough sleep, or didn't get enough love when they were three years old, or seventeen... regardless, they weren't heard when they needed to be, and so, why would anyone else deserve that right?
it's hideous, but human, none the less
it takes a really big man or a really big woman to be able to put down their own insecurites and allow someone else, even their own child, to train the magnifying glass on them, on their inadequacies
and so we (the inadvertently downtrodden) learn to not do that, to not feel things openly and outwardly...., or we don't, and are sent to the gun or the bottle or the blade
and maybe... just maybe, if we're reallllllllly REALLY fucking lucky, we find someone who can take us.... and after we (the downtrodden) kick their ass with everything we got? if they get back up, dust themselves off and ask for more? yeah baby... THAT'S what LOVE IS
funny world, isn't it?