These are my secrets, this is my past. I love the ocean. I love the sky. Never care what the weather is, its all the same to me. I love to sing, but only when I’m alone. I over think everything. I don’t think I’m good at anything. Some times I try to cry but i get angry instead. When I was 5 i was raped. By some one i thought i could trust. I feel i was never a child. I feel my childhood was taken away from me. Never had the heart to tell anyone how really terrible it feels to know that you are different, or how terrible it feels to be so caring and outgoing and thoughtful but to be so awkward and empty at the same time. So filled with the thoughts of never being good enough for anything or anyone. How awful it feels to know that my own mother doesnt know who i am, or how i feel. How hurting it is to not know if im gay or straight or bi or just plain fucked up in the head. I’ve tried to kill my self so many times. With cleavers razors fillet knifes. I practice with a butter knife sometimes slashing my throat so that when the time comes when im not afraid of death i can do it easily. I believe in true love, and love at first sight. But not for some one like me. I think if i do live on, either way i will always be alone. theres no happy ending, just the pathetic story of a boy tormented every day by images that will never fade away.
Cause I know I’m just a fronting idiot.
i aint gonna be two faced tho. ima let that bitch know. She can do what ever, in the end that bitch is still my bitch nigga. Real talk tho, yolo solo dolo is the only way to go tho
God gave us logic. but why do we refuse to use that logic and review this topic? Why? Does it make us soft? uncool? Does it cut us up inside and toss our mind into a frenzy? Why? I dream of a place where your religion
doesn’t matter. Well, it always matters, but only to you. Because your
religion is YOUR connection with god, not your brothers, nor your sisters. Whats the point of a religion which specializes in division? Whats the point of a religion which breeds human collision. ” if you want to change the world, start with your self.” Do not fight with your brother, fight with your self. You ever wonder why in nature trees grow together in a forest? I’ll tell you one reason…well i guess God made it that way. But he made it that way because A tree by itself, cannot weather a storm. Alone, with the arrival of a single powerful gust it will snap. dead. But put that same tree in a forest, and when that same storm hits, all those trees will sway together. That is the point of religion. To bring people together who want to better their connection with god. I don’t think god intended for his people to be divided. I don’t think that when we die he will merit us for being good Christians or Jews, or Muslims. The god i know, the god i was raised believing in, loving, will merit, not the rigidity of what our beliefs are, but the quality of our humanity and the strength of a bond we all share with him. If our connection with people isn’t good, what makes us think our connection with god is? so yes i do believe that religion shouldn’t matter if it hinders our kindness, and love. Because whats the point of going against what god wanted us to be. That’s why my dream is a place which welcomes all religions. A place free of hostility where people can just be people. A place where people can drop their guns and just talk. Just pray. Just fight themselves to strengthen their eternal bond with god. I dream of this place being every where. all places. A place always colorblind, but never colorless.
When you were little did you ask for world peace? Do you still? well…then just change the world.