what was so hard, about asking her to help me in a time of need? i may of been psychotic but i was also catatonic in my efforts, i could not move. i called for her help but i got no responce.
i left the scene when i knew it was too late. i tried to forget. i tried to move on. i tried live with it. i tried to live without it. i tried i tried and i tried. But God was Right. i would always be reminded and i would always find another reason.
"the internet is not written in pencil. it is written in INK."
those people who live and breathe forget that others live and breathe too. they are so worried about their lives that others are dying all around them, yet they don't look at their own lives and see how finite it is.
it's not about winning souls to your cause. it is about doing what is right. what is Just. and what is Noble. what is Honorable. what is Respectful.
something the world apparently has forgotten along time ago.
i need help at this time.
but none in this world can help me.
they are all too busy doing their own thing.
getting married, having children, living their lives.
forgetting about those who have moved on. and not looking back at what they can do better. or at least if they did, they will do better with someone else forgetting her or him that they made a mistake with in the first place.
and if they do try to fix the problem, it is not received the way that they had hoped it would be.
i refuse to die a copy. because i was born an individual.
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