Stranger everywhere

These people are not your friends

This town is not your home

You are a stranger in a familiar place

But stranger all the same

Lost among the refuse and the weeds

The dregs weigh a ton and their roots go deep

The frustration you are feeling is natural

It's all part of the trauma

When you wake up clutching your pillow

Like you are choking someone to death

Then you will truly know 

That it has finally manifested 

And you have become something else

Than what you were when you were born

You could do well somewhere else, anywhere else

You could fulfill what you are really capable of

You just have to cut the roots off

And walk through the pain

Morning shift

Going to work at 2:45 in the morning

Your heart just cries

There isn't any life on the streets

And you just want to curl into a ball

And let the sadness have you

There isn't a reason to carry on

There is only darkness in your soul

And this early in the morning

Your defenses are down

And it's devastating and awful

I live to smack passive aggressive retards in the mouth. If you have something to say, then fucking say it or keep your bullshit to yourself. History teaches me that most times that shit comes from knowing that what you have to say is unfounded, irrational and wrong so you lash out behind a safe place. I have no time for cowards so I treat them like you would any fly that won't stop landing on you. You swat it away and swat at the air. 

If you don't have the guts to really do something about your gripes then you are a bitch and nothing more. These are always the people that get treated like a bitch and wonder why they are treated so poorly by other people. The world doesn't need you. Kill yourself. Never breed.