Submissions by AlexWolf

Inner monologue with the demons in my head we talk about my issues as if I’m already dead, they tell me

"quit bitching and just take one through the heart, mother fuckers like you have to suffer to make real art."

But I don’t wanna die yet, my dick is still soft, I can feel my hand twitching, the gun going off, but before my head splatters I take a quick pause and hear

“Alex you might be a wolf but don’t be a bitch, just hurry the fuck up and do that shit”

The voices make me itch and I feel the need to scratch, but I know I have to be stronger than...

I want to burn everything to the ground because I feel like a king with out his crown, a spoiled piece of shit with a frown, I want everything and everyone to just fucking drown, because I don’t want to hear any more noise, all this talk about “what happened to my boy?”, gee dad he fucking lost it, years ago when you tossed him and made him feel like he wasn’t worth shit. Well now I ain’t. But fuck it I could care less, I’d be lying if I said my parents were the reason why I’m depressed.

The truth is I’m obsessed, so many feelings I can’t even express, like the girl, the dreams, and...

I’ve been lost in shadows for so long no longer can I tell whats right or wrong. I was born in a pitch black hole where demons and gods debated on the nature of my soul. But I don’t think I have one, maybe it was sold. I think, sometimes I feel that it was stolen because I never feel whole, there’s always something missing and all this talk of what makes you happy is getting real old. Because to be honest… I don’t know.

I am something horrible.Indeterminablysad, yeah I’ve seen some rough shit but its never been too bad. I just can’t shake this horrible feeling creeping in my chest...

I smoked some weed and began to feel suicidal, thumbing through the pages of my mothers bible, looking for verses on some guys arrival, cause these days my signs are all reading vital. I’mbeginningto lose myself, I’m starting to look like my idol, half of my brain on the floor I’m kurt cobains revival.

But I don’t really want to kick the curb, I just want to feel more than words, do more than I tend to say, to kiss this bitch instead of dreaming about it all day. To have a car and drive it the fuck away. Cause I’m tired of tomorrow like I’m tired of today. Shits all the same. I need...