JustLikeAMovie's thread

[JustLikeAMovie]

The walls have grown tired of the scars i give them, they have started to fight back. They've entered my dreams and turned my worst nightmares into realities. It's like clandestine in the flesh. But this is no book, no pretty pictures, no pretty words. Just ugly truths. Horror isn't just a six letter word anymore. It's the lump growing in my throat, it's the tears behind these eyes threatening to flow free. It's the guilt that keeps me sober, it's the mirror on the wall that no one else seems to mind...

[JustLikeAMovie]

I am the candy at the bottom of the bag, the kind that everyone saves for last, the suspicous looking one. The one that reminds you of all those childhood warnings, about wierdos hiding behind concealing masks of congeniality just to trick you into digesting their poison of choice. I'm the one that you open up to take a bite just to spit me out with a look of disgust on your face. I'm sorry i'm so hard to digest, I never meant to ruin everything (with my self centered outlook on life) before anything even started. I'm sorry i'm trying so hard to be the tragic hero leading the tragic masses. I think it's about time for a revolt, rise up and shatter the haze that surrounds my vision. Slit the throat of my selfishness and watch as it gasps for air, watch as it sinks to it's knees and screams for air, watch as i break the strings that hold me. hold me