zombiesarepeaceful
Bluelighter
Here's the bottom line.
You don't know me.
You never will.
Even I struggle to find any resemblace of my true self in the face in the mirror.
Welcome to my world.
The world of a boy living his life in a rented suit.
It doesn't fit. He's a polka dotted dinosaur in striped shorts. Labor Day is past and he's still wearing white.
But that's not half the issue.
It doesn't show anything resembling the man he is inside.
Crying, screaming, pleading to be let out.
Cause on the outside, people don't see a boy.
They see the exact opposite.
And living every day of his seeming sentence drills him to the bone.
He's crawling out of his skin.
He's exhausted every hope short of suicide.
But don't think he hasn't thought about it.
Go ahead, we're alone. You can admit it.
You've thought about it too.
Maybe for the same reasons. And in that case, take this moment to realize that you're not alone.
You're not a freak. You're not a black mark in this world of carefully plotted stype art.
You're an individual. And for that you should be proud.
Go ahead and try to rise above, it's not easy.
But I'm writing this in hope that someone, maybe a gay teenager or a transgenered man or woman or even your average joe,
Will read this. And relate. Find some sort of hope in these words. You are not alone.
There is a strange beauty in untreaded waters.
Maybe its the knowledge that you could very well drown out here, but it's the only chance at life you've got.
Your last and only resort.
So carefully, fearfully yet courageously...you make your move.
Dive right in. I swear we don't bite.
If anything, you'll emerge triumphant bearing the mark of a soldier fighting for his right to the pursuit of happiness.
This is life. This is a matrix. This is a sick joke played on mankind.
Whatever you believe...go ahead and try to stop me.
You will never erase the scars I've beared to get this far and there's no use in stopping now.
I'm going all out.
Welcome to my world.
You don't know me.
You never will.
Even I struggle to find any resemblace of my true self in the face in the mirror.
Welcome to my world.
The world of a boy living his life in a rented suit.
It doesn't fit. He's a polka dotted dinosaur in striped shorts. Labor Day is past and he's still wearing white.
But that's not half the issue.
It doesn't show anything resembling the man he is inside.
Crying, screaming, pleading to be let out.
Cause on the outside, people don't see a boy.
They see the exact opposite.
And living every day of his seeming sentence drills him to the bone.
He's crawling out of his skin.
He's exhausted every hope short of suicide.
But don't think he hasn't thought about it.
Go ahead, we're alone. You can admit it.
You've thought about it too.
Maybe for the same reasons. And in that case, take this moment to realize that you're not alone.
You're not a freak. You're not a black mark in this world of carefully plotted stype art.
You're an individual. And for that you should be proud.
Go ahead and try to rise above, it's not easy.
But I'm writing this in hope that someone, maybe a gay teenager or a transgenered man or woman or even your average joe,
Will read this. And relate. Find some sort of hope in these words. You are not alone.
There is a strange beauty in untreaded waters.
Maybe its the knowledge that you could very well drown out here, but it's the only chance at life you've got.
Your last and only resort.
So carefully, fearfully yet courageously...you make your move.
Dive right in. I swear we don't bite.
If anything, you'll emerge triumphant bearing the mark of a soldier fighting for his right to the pursuit of happiness.
This is life. This is a matrix. This is a sick joke played on mankind.
Whatever you believe...go ahead and try to stop me.
You will never erase the scars I've beared to get this far and there's no use in stopping now.
I'm going all out.
Welcome to my world.
