Sins. Sometimes you'll give ito these temptations. Sometimes you just don't listen to yourselves. Shut down your senses and do things you know you shouldn't do. That moment, you'll feel adrenaline rushing through your viens, filling you with pleasure and guilt at the same time.
I'm a teenager that is fueled by teenange angst. Go figure.
All my fury were balled up in my fist. As if violence would solve everything. As if violence would solve anything. I wasn't raised up like this, thoughts reminded me. I was never raised by malice or by violence. Red is my new colour. Black is what i wear. Back to i wear a black shirt because i ave a black soul. Tengo la camisa negra. Bastards. You'll never understand.
School are for retards.
Then again, even retards are way smarter that they don't even go to school. Education ruined us all.
I took a hit. What ran in my veins now was just plain hard anger.
I was driven by hartred.
You know they say people come and go? They just don't. They cling on your backs, and give you looks as if you have something to do with them. As if you murdered their lives. And all of this started with only one person. Someone that i would name a tumor after. Someone i love so much, that i would aim a gun at his balls.
I would run away from school, you know. But one fact changes everything. I wasn't raised that way. I wasn't raised to run away from all my problems. Problems that came from fucked up people with their fucked up issues. As if i don't have my own life to deal with.
I took another hit. As if i hadn't have enough to deal with. Another hit would leave bruises on my fist. I don't want to die without any scars though.
Fucked up people, those who are aware that they are vulnerable to truth. Knowing about thus fact, they try to get people on their side. These people, need support. Then again, these people needs to go see a councelor and stop bugging my life.
Another hit. Blood. Crimson red droplet everywhere. This has to stop, it's going to far.
I can't keep killing everyone's dream, i can't keep burning my own bridges. Wake me up from this nightmare if im not sleeping.
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