Noth—-everything

I’m happy. I mean what is there not to be happy about? Oh, wait, a lot, although I try to look past all that. Don’t I seem happy? Why do you think I’m not? Does the lack of smiling or talking automatically mean I’m going through some crazy teen depression phase? Why can’t it just be because I don’t feel like talking? I talk too much anyways.

Why do people always assume the worst possible thing as an explanation of something their uncomfortable with? Just because we’re not used to it doesn’t automatically conclude the worst possible reason for it happening.

And what’s worse is that when you ask me what’s wrong and I say nothing you still keep asking and insisting something’s up as if forcibly wanting a problem that wasn’t even there to begin with to suddenly appear. Do you want me to start crying and weeping and tell you all about the big fight me and my non-existent boyfriend had just so you can feel better about yourself and prove you’re right? It pisses me off when you don’t believe me. How many times do I have to say that nothing’s wrong?

So then you start to question yourself, if they think something’s wrong then maybe something is.

And that simple response to “What’s wrong?” from absolutely nothing, turns into everything.

Now whose fault is that?

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Thanks dad

I made a burn book once, when I was like seven.

Never was the goody-two-shoes sort of kid and I don’t think I ever will be.

Nice people just annoy me; that giddy-giddy smile plastered on their shiny plastic faces gives me the creeps. Not saying all nice people annoy me it’s just when they get past that point where niceness and generosity turns into a three-year old on crack is the point when I just want to pull all my hair out.

Now a perfect example of this is my father, (Hi dad, I love you) he’s the type of person that for some strange reason never gets mad, never looses his temper or patience and is just always so peaceful and calm, which is basically the complete opposite of myself.

I get mad very easily and I show it, I express how I feel and shout and curse and get all psycho when someone makes me mad or hurts someone I love.. So back to my dad, I never really understood how he could keep his composure and that sense of just complete ignorance over all the shit people in his life throw at him, it’s as if he never let’s anything get to him.

Then one night, I was talking to my mom, we came to the topic of my dad and I asked my mom how he stayed so chill about everything, ’cause like myself my mom is definitely not the cool and collected type. And she told me, my dad’s basic principle in life and when she did, I was struck so hard and it made me think:

What am I doing as a human being to bring peace into my own life?

My dad’s motto was plain and simple and spoke for itself.

Why will I be angry with someone who means nothing to me?

You see how that just hits you, like a snap, that click and pop. And suddenly your like, oh, right, why would I?

It’s such a simple concept yet to actually carry out something like this for me personally is just so difficult, I can’t imagine myself not being angry at someone who yes, may mean nothing to me but did so much to hurt me and broke me in so many ways imaginable, I mean how can you just not hate and despise someone who does those things to you? How can you just act like nothing happened and ignore it and not stand up for yourself and make that bitch realize that you aren’t the right person to mess with?

I don’t know how my dad does it. I don’t know how he can bare it. I applaud him, immensely because just from that simple question he has given me so much wisdom, knowledge and realization that life should not be wasted hating someone who means less than a pile of shit to you.

Why would you exert that much effort and waste that much time on proving your stand and making that person feel remorse if you know that you’re right and you know who you are?

My dad has taught me a lot about life but mostly he has taught me to live life to the fullest and to live it the best way possible and anger is not the path I wish to take anymore because that will lead me to nothing but darkness, now I choose rather, to go forth into the light.

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4:30 AM

*short and pointless*

I have exhausted all forms of plausible emotion,

Sunk into the realms of poisoned corruption,

Crawled my way out of the commotion,

As I strung forth from my catastrophic eruption,

Finally wrapping myself around your utter devotion.

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4 AM

*still couldn’t sleep, something happened, I wrote.*

 

I answer yes and it’s that

I answer no and it’s this

Why can’t I just stay in the middle and be in perfect bliss?

 

But why would you even care?

It doesn’t matter anymore,

It doesn’t matter now.

Maybe it did in a time before this,

When you would grant my most prized wish.

 

I don’t think you realize,

What you do to me leaves me paralyzed,

You have no clue,

Not even a hint,

Not even close.

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3 AM

*the poem was titled as such based on the time I wrote it. 3 am, nothing to do, something happened, jumped out of bed, grabbed a pen and paper and I wrote. Forgive the lack of proper thought process since well…….it was 3 am.*

Time, no longer aware,

Waiting, just waiting, without care,

Upon these ashen walls I stare.

 

Crushed and pounded to the very bone,

Empty, cold, frightfully alone.

What more damage can be done?

How much further must I be shunned?

I beg of you, grab your gun,

Before I yell out and run.

 

Open me up and rip it out,

Evil laughter mask a shout,

Feel it beating in your palm,

Pull the trigger and all is calm.

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