Broken and twisted
12 years ago
General
I am both broken and twisted
I am thrown overboard awash and left to bare full force of a storm alone in the darkness of my own creation but not exactly my own creation
I'm a castaway of creation of disorder of bad circumstance of bad coincidence and unfortunate soldier in a fight no mere person could ever understand unless they have been place in the same shoes they could never imagine begin to imagine to understand
I have become the embodiment of rage and anger of frustration and pain suffering and sorrow with darkness everywhere I look
my pain is never-ending my suffering continuous and prolonged unable to even let myself die with the cornucopia of opportunity to let just the very event take place removing me from this hell from the suffering and agony and darkness always in the dark
changes occurring in return that cause me to begin to question my own sanity to begin to wonder if I could take a life if I could watch the light my victim's face watch their eyes become hazy and faded to see them become glossy and pale leaving a trace of who they once were other than the body that I leave behind
but in my condition that is even a certain impossibility I can't even lift my own hand how could I ever do anything to anybody else
it wouldn't even help anyway the only ones I could ever wish to harm right now are the countless people look away who ignore everyone else's pain for their own purposes to people I would destroy would suffer greatly never get to feel a portion of myself of my agony of my suffering and sorrow and see the world as I do now
there was a time when I felt happy and joyous instead of sorrow and envious
of light now gone which would easily pain replaced now becoming everyone else's bane
darkness surrounding becoming my protector my cover instead of being allowed to find a lover
rage and anger showering me soaking into my very being leaving sorrow to cloud my seeing
leading the resentful and pitiful remainder of a person a shell of what I could have been when everything is said and done
I am broken and alone my friends provide me little comfort and just as well because I caused them nothing but discomfort
the darkness inside overwhelming me nothing I can do no outlet to release my rage left alone inside of the cage the key nowhere to be seen it does not exist in this world left alone inside the storms vortex whirl restrained and chained unable to move or even defend myself this is my hell
I'd like to welcome you all
I am thrown overboard awash and left to bare full force of a storm alone in the darkness of my own creation but not exactly my own creation
I'm a castaway of creation of disorder of bad circumstance of bad coincidence and unfortunate soldier in a fight no mere person could ever understand unless they have been place in the same shoes they could never imagine begin to imagine to understand
I have become the embodiment of rage and anger of frustration and pain suffering and sorrow with darkness everywhere I look
my pain is never-ending my suffering continuous and prolonged unable to even let myself die with the cornucopia of opportunity to let just the very event take place removing me from this hell from the suffering and agony and darkness always in the dark
changes occurring in return that cause me to begin to question my own sanity to begin to wonder if I could take a life if I could watch the light my victim's face watch their eyes become hazy and faded to see them become glossy and pale leaving a trace of who they once were other than the body that I leave behind
but in my condition that is even a certain impossibility I can't even lift my own hand how could I ever do anything to anybody else
it wouldn't even help anyway the only ones I could ever wish to harm right now are the countless people look away who ignore everyone else's pain for their own purposes to people I would destroy would suffer greatly never get to feel a portion of myself of my agony of my suffering and sorrow and see the world as I do now
there was a time when I felt happy and joyous instead of sorrow and envious
of light now gone which would easily pain replaced now becoming everyone else's bane
darkness surrounding becoming my protector my cover instead of being allowed to find a lover
rage and anger showering me soaking into my very being leaving sorrow to cloud my seeing
leading the resentful and pitiful remainder of a person a shell of what I could have been when everything is said and done
I am broken and alone my friends provide me little comfort and just as well because I caused them nothing but discomfort
the darkness inside overwhelming me nothing I can do no outlet to release my rage left alone inside of the cage the key nowhere to be seen it does not exist in this world left alone inside the storms vortex whirl restrained and chained unable to move or even defend myself this is my hell
I'd like to welcome you all
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and I understand exactly what you mean it only takes one spark to ignite everything unless it is what you have become I don't plan to be dead anytime soon but I shared with you was a glimpse of my psyche