Friday, February 20, 2009
Short stroies with tragic endings
B, says:
Lesbians and gays are forbidden love,
love is sex,
sex is bad,
masturbation is lonely,
raping is illegal.
I want that thing that they used to make the ice cream, but 10 times bigger.
When you put your finger in, it will be gone?
I want to put my whole body in, so I would be gone without a trace :D
[EDIT]
Zz, stuck. Hate is a strong word, but I really really really really don't like my parents.
I'm controlling like mad, mad, mad, mad. No vulgarities, no, no, no.
Noisy, Irritating, argh.
I'm sick like madness, keep coughing, then my throat damn dry and itchy.
I wanna dig it out, then just now go Ikea eat a lot of ice, kept peeing non stop.
Now my throat hurts like (?) Argh, fxking irritating man the world.
underneath my skin is it just anger, just frustration?
underneath my skin is it decisions or these feelings?
it always hurt my mind (it always hurt my mind)
it always killed my pride inside.
it always wastes my time
again, again..
again i bleed, again i shake.
again i fall, again i break.
wasted, hated.
again, again..
underneath my skin is it just anger, just frustration?
underneath my skin is it just nothing, or these feelings?
'cause all of mine just fades. (all of mine just fades)
no, i don't feel what i felt before.
i'm back inside this cage.
again, again..
again i bleed, again i shake.
again i fall, again i break.
wasted, hated.
again, again..
again i burn, take it all.
inside my head, i hate the world,
because i don't know (don't know)
i let go
again, again..
underneath my skin is it just anger, just frustration?
underneath my skin is it just nothing, or these feelings?
'cause all of mine just fades.
again, again..
again i bleed, again i shake.
again i fall, again i break.
wasted, hated.
again, again..
again i burn, and take it all.
but inside my head, i hate the world,
because i don't know (don't know)
i let go.
again, again..
-
So am I still waiting,
for this world to stop hating?
Another sad song,
with nothing to say.
Or it's just another short story,
with another typical tragic ending?
¶ 8:29 PM 
B, says:
Lesbians and gays are forbidden love,
love is sex,
sex is bad,
masturbation is lonely,
raping is illegal.
I want that thing that they used to make the ice cream, but 10 times bigger.
When you put your finger in, it will be gone?
I want to put my whole body in, so I would be gone without a trace :D
[EDIT]
Zz, stuck. Hate is a strong word, but I really really really really don't like my parents.
I'm controlling like mad, mad, mad, mad. No vulgarities, no, no, no.
Noisy, Irritating, argh.
I'm sick like madness, keep coughing, then my throat damn dry and itchy.
I wanna dig it out, then just now go Ikea eat a lot of ice, kept peeing non stop.
Now my throat hurts like (?) Argh, fxking irritating man the world.
underneath my skin is it just anger, just frustration?
underneath my skin is it decisions or these feelings?
it always hurt my mind (it always hurt my mind)
it always killed my pride inside.
it always wastes my time
again, again..
again i bleed, again i shake.
again i fall, again i break.
wasted, hated.
again, again..
underneath my skin is it just anger, just frustration?
underneath my skin is it just nothing, or these feelings?
'cause all of mine just fades. (all of mine just fades)
no, i don't feel what i felt before.
i'm back inside this cage.
again, again..
again i bleed, again i shake.
again i fall, again i break.
wasted, hated.
again, again..
again i burn, take it all.
inside my head, i hate the world,
because i don't know (don't know)
i let go
again, again..
underneath my skin is it just anger, just frustration?
underneath my skin is it just nothing, or these feelings?
'cause all of mine just fades.
again, again..
again i bleed, again i shake.
again i fall, again i break.
wasted, hated.
again, again..
again i burn, and take it all.
but inside my head, i hate the world,
because i don't know (don't know)
i let go.
again, again..
-
So am I still waiting,
for this world to stop hating?
Another sad song,
with nothing to say.
Or it's just another short story,
with another typical tragic ending?
For a moment, I feel high. Then, I felt low. Don't know why, don't know how, don't know what to do.
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