Have you ever felt like crying and shouting out loud? Felt like you're just another useless jerk abused by his own life. Losing control, you heart imploding, not sure of whether life is useful living. A smile on your face when you think about tearing down to pieces all those fucking things tormenting your poor little head, or is it that your head has already been flushed out by your feelings? Still this is just the beginning because soon you don't even recognize yourself. In a need to escape from everything, to leave all this shit down here and soar as high as you can, where nothing else matters... Your head, your heart, your soul, your body, all heavier than ever?
Well then you are not alone...
Still, when I see pictures like this one I realize than my problems are nothing... This little boy is what should be called a saint... Should I pray for myself, or for this boy? I mean it's true, I am really not feeling well, but watching this kind of horror pictures makes me wonder whether I am really abused by life...
Suicide? Never a solution... Just a coward's choice...
Well then you are not alone...
Still, when I see pictures like this one I realize than my problems are nothing... This little boy is what should be called a saint... Should I pray for myself, or for this boy? I mean it's true, I am really not feeling well, but watching this kind of horror pictures makes me wonder whether I am really abused by life...
Suicide? Never a solution... Just a coward's choice...