Stained Glass

I’m drinking more than I ever have. Thinking thoughts I’ve never had. I want to die, but I have commitment issues. I’ll never be happy. I’ll never feel wanted. People wear fake things to match their attitudes. Compassion is dead. Brick by brick, the walls higher and thicker. Your time is a terrible thing to waste on other who are quick to throw a stone, but not look at who they are throwing the stone at.. And I tied to a post in the middle of the clutter of human filth we call society. Pebbles.. F*****g pebbles. One by one they tap against the glass window of my mind until it finally shatters.. I wanted peace of mind, but not any piece of my mind. Lost in the unforgiving eye of the storm in my head. Staring into the horizon as the sun rises slowly, still stumbling from the night of Random acts of Violence.. My bottle tightly gripped in my right hand, head cocked back as I’m gulping down some Comfort.. Hammering down the street in my faded black Vans. Staring at the homes of happy families like an Ethiopian child staring at table scraps… I Envy what I Hate, Happiness.

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[elfthereal]

very very personal, to stop envy, forget the notion of happiness, stop seeking, stop believing you see it others, stop using the stones and pebbles for violence and a reaction of your disappointment, use them to build the foundation, a bridge for another chance, a home for shelter, sometimes, we have to stop focussing on feeling, but make amends onto ourselves. x