Why this is the perfect start
I struggle to revive my blog and it comes into perfect play that it be this that starts it off. A new page in my life. Another struggle. A struggle to live, to survive.
Though other perceive that "Men" don't cry or that we don't hurt. I want to prove you wrong.
We are alive in a world where pain is relevant to life.
Where we can pretend to be callous and almost never cry except when our favorite sports team would lose to the rivals.
Where men do not fear growing old alone and wish to be bachelors for life.
A world where all men rule their destiny.
Where no one goes hungry and no one has enemies.
A world where war is non-existent.
A world where nothing and no one hurts.
What it must be like to live in such a world.
How I wish I could be flown away to this place in my whim.
How I dream this could be so.
And yet it is not possible for I Fear of being alone.
I cry, hurt and only want to be callous to avoid it all.
I do not rule my destiny.
I hold no crystal ball that knows my future.
All that I am is a pathetic man wanting acceptance.
All I am is hurt.
All that I am good is the product of where I was and now all that I am is a shell of who I was.
I no longer know where to go or whom to believe.
All I know is that to survive this I must be strong, but this isn’t who I am right now.
I have no strength
I am just a shell.
Though other perceive that "Men" don't cry or that we don't hurt. I want to prove you wrong.
We are alive in a world where pain is relevant to life.
Where we can pretend to be callous and almost never cry except when our favorite sports team would lose to the rivals.
Where men do not fear growing old alone and wish to be bachelors for life.
A world where all men rule their destiny.
Where no one goes hungry and no one has enemies.
A world where war is non-existent.
A world where nothing and no one hurts.
What it must be like to live in such a world.
How I wish I could be flown away to this place in my whim.
How I dream this could be so.
And yet it is not possible for I Fear of being alone.
I cry, hurt and only want to be callous to avoid it all.
I do not rule my destiny.
I hold no crystal ball that knows my future.
All that I am is a pathetic man wanting acceptance.
All I am is hurt.
All that I am good is the product of where I was and now all that I am is a shell of who I was.
I no longer know where to go or whom to believe.
All I know is that to survive this I must be strong, but this isn’t who I am right now.
I have no strength
I am just a shell.
Powster™'s dream sequence at 7:11 AM
2 Comments:
you've always written well. i've always known that, from a time far, far away.
i'm sorry you're in pain. but you're strong. and who knows what the future brings!
time will lessen and soften your grief. of course, that's not what you need to hear right now. maybe you don't want or need to hear anything. just for friends to be around and listen.
when the world is not so dark, remember what you were before. the strong person you truly are inside...the person i know you are.
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