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the end days are here
I was once asked what was the cause of depression, high suicidal rates Etc
I answered
The same as war, greed, pain, conflict, rape, murder, robbery, heartbreak, lies, racism, homophobia, Islamophobia, the Irish troubles..... fellow humans.
My first attempt I was 14 road my bike into a truck
My second was a bridge in London
My third was a bridge in Frankfurt
A overdose was my fourth
My fifth was a blade
My sixth... I went to a war torn country
My seventh was a bridge in Jesmond
My 8th never happened
all where because of humans, bullying, putting me down or my writing, blaming their problems or under achievements on me
I have seen death, smelt it
Been told I am not allowed to write about my life or pain ... keep it PG13... like being in group therapy
Not allowed to complain
Full of shit
Not right in the head
Twisted and sick
Need to stay neutral
What would you say, if I walked away, never telling you how I thought of you
You the great writer
You who know everything
you the human who looks down upon me
no tear you would shed
As I fell through the inferno
What would the world be like without humans
clean, peaceful...... free from hate and...
Can you even remember the last words of the person you hurt, are hurting....
We have nothing but hate in us
If you say you hate nothing
then you are a fucking liar...
I answered
The same as war, greed, pain, conflict, rape, murder, robbery, heartbreak, lies, racism, homophobia, Islamophobia, the Irish troubles..... fellow humans.
My first attempt I was 14 road my bike into a truck
My second was a bridge in London
My third was a bridge in Frankfurt
A overdose was my fourth
My fifth was a blade
My sixth... I went to a war torn country
My seventh was a bridge in Jesmond
My 8th never happened
all where because of humans, bullying, putting me down or my writing, blaming their problems or under achievements on me
I have seen death, smelt it
Been told I am not allowed to write about my life or pain ... keep it PG13... like being in group therapy
Not allowed to complain
Full of shit
Not right in the head
Twisted and sick
Need to stay neutral
What would you say, if I walked away, never telling you how I thought of you
You the great writer
You who know everything
you the human who looks down upon me
no tear you would shed
As I fell through the inferno
What would the world be like without humans
clean, peaceful...... free from hate and...
Can you even remember the last words of the person you hurt, are hurting....
We have nothing but hate in us
If you say you hate nothing
then you are a fucking liar...
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