|Probably just some depressed writings I did...
||[May. 1st, 2005|03:29 am]
Bowser's Dungeon of Words
She looks to the past and sees only the scars and memories that she hates, and wishes she didn't remember. She looks to the future, and sees nothing. Darkness. She looks to the present. Pain and suffering emerge. The intense loneliness that she feels daily. Hopelessness. Depression. She sees nothing good. And so, she sees no point in continuing her life.
He uses defense mechanisms. Hiding his insecurities, he ducks into the shadows. He pushes them all away, while wallowing in self-pity. His fear of being judged hols him back, away from the crowds. He fears them. He fears his faults. He fears too much in this world. He fears himself.
Sadness. Anger. Fear. Insecurity. Disappointment. Unrequited love. Some of the worst feelings. The only ones she's ever known. She doesn't know any better. Never experienced happiness. Nor joy. Nor love. She can't help but wonder, what's the point of it all. But when it's all you've ever know, does it even really matter?
this next one.. is weird... and yeah... i have no idea where it came from...
I am your wasted life. I am the cancer growing inside of you, slowly eating away, until there's nothing left. Until you're nothing but an empty shell, with nothing left to live for. Until you realize just how stupid you've been. I am the very worst part of you. The part that no one sees, but everyone knows is there. I'm the time you wasted throughout your life doing nothing at all. You want to forget. You want to pretend I don't exist. You block me out, but you know I'm there. I'm nothing compared to you, yet I'm everything you wish you were.