Wilberdfrost

  And to my shadow...farewell I bid this shadow farewell. The shell of what my mind once was is no longer needed. The voices now control my thoughts, my feelings, my being. The meds don't help, sleep doesn't help- though; I feel I haven't slept in months. I see other shadows walking by, once in a while one will shake my hand, and say good job. But they don't realise their just feeding that inner burning desire. That black flamed fire that burns in the temples of no origin. Just, existing. You have applauded my sickness and now my friends, I am not well. I'm not well at all. But rest assured I don't put this upon you. These are my voices in my head, these are my vices, my demons. I'm merely painting the picture it's true forms of red. So you can take off your rose colored glasses and look clearly at my demise. It's funny - when you've been crazy this long, this insepid desire to make something of yourself dicipates...it's like. Milk. Such a nutricious substance but sours with time. I decided to rate this G because,...I'm not being all graphic like I normally am. The meds...the meds made me insane. That just caused a flux, a impartial balance on the wrong side. I think my mind was flipped upside down when I wasn't looking. I can rarely think straight, and the pills make it worse. much...worse. But I can't go forever without them, because the voices will catch up to me. I haven't felt a silence like this in a long, long, long time. I think the last time I felt this alone was when I helped kill my best friend. And then I had no-one. Then I was, completely alone. I wrote a song about it. But no-one will ever hear it. I've read stories that einstein was absolutely brilliant, but would get lost in the courtyards of buildings he was speaking at. I don't know what my relative IQ is, It's a combination of about 23 different people. Maybe their all stupid, insignificant little mistakes. I don't know. I don't care anymore. You know they say killing yourself is the most, utterly selfish thing a person can do. And you know, that's absolutely true. Because the wake of destruction you leave behind that shadow when it hits the ground is never ending. It sets a path, and makes a spot in history, with your friends, and your family, forever. Well I don't have any of those to worry about, so I see what I'm doing as...making room for a human that wants my air. Deserves, my air. I don't deserve these feelings of uncontrolable rage, with lust for what I can't attain, with hope that I don't have. For a purpose, I did not achieve form the begining. I have nothing and for the first time, in a long time. I'm ok with that. So what's the point, "Why the hell is his d bag going through all this trouble?" You might ask. If you're going to leave, then leave fighting, leave with a bang, leave with something. So I leave you with this- Don't give up like I did. I fought the pills too long, and they eventually one. Keep fighting...Karma always repays. Karma, will always repay. And to my shadow....Farewell. ~Wilber D Frost the 3rd (and only)

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