mysilentexpressions

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Thoughts...
A fighter, a survivor bleeding on the inside. Is that what you call strength? The ability to walk through this darkness as if though the bloods not flowing from your soul. My soul screams and begs to be silenced, but its not until death that peace will be found. Only in death does the soul sleep. Peaceful sleep. What you see is a lie, what you hear is a lie, its all LIES. Beliefs that rip you in half. No one loves me, Im not good enough, I am worthless, I will never get there, I am ugly, Im stupid, to happy or to sad. Society creates the mold and expects you to fit, all the blind and dumb zombies believing in dreams. Happy faces, beautiful places, oh the horror of the truth. Lets sell our souls to pretend we matter, to pretend someone cares. You want to exist, you want to feel alive? Whats hidden inside that no one can see. The true beauty in an essence. The passion of a touch, the rage that burns inside, the tears you wish you could cry. This is it, there is no more. Our emotions flow through time and space. From one to another, we control the universe with the power we possess. We only live to die and accumulate moments of purity. Human emotion is the only pure thing left but in most it has died. What is inside dies more and more everyday. It is the goal of life to kill every single shred of truth. What the fuck am I even talking about? Makes no difference this is my moment of passion, my reality. I live in it alone, I experience it alone, I express it alone, understand it alone, always alone. Bleeding and screaming covered beautifully with a smile and a laugh. Oh to pretend to be happy, is not a skill for the faint at heart but only for the true warriors. Survival, a fighter, to know the truth that you are not of this place, lost in the dark, miss understood and condemned for the fact that you are so far beyond the rest. Enlightened, gifted, who knows? Chosen, forsaken what a beautiful paradox.