They say it’s hard to change, but it isn’t so bad in desperate days
But sometimes it got so hard I couldn’t look you in the face
And I’ve tried everything that everyone’s tried
I’ve abused myself to the point where I can’t hide
And I’ve lost some sleep on a long, dark night
So hold your head up high and know it’s not the end of the road
Walk down this beaten path before you pack your things and head home
At the end of the road you’ll find what you’ve been longing for
I know ‘cause my feet have the scars to show
I was lost with vague direction and no place to call home
The less I needed, the better I felt.
Charles Bukowski
(Source: lizattemptstoblog)
4am and my head’s against the wall
Countless times I’ve let myself feel this small
These words won’t come out
But tomorrow I’ll make sure they do
Make sure I don’t halve my truths
These habits break, they never go away
I’m sure I’ll spend the day just fixing things
But I’m broke and I don’t mean literally
I always choke so don’t wait around for me
If I’m a mess then I guess it’s just a stress
Cause I’m always staying up and I never second guess
I’ve never been so anxious to leave. It’s taking everything inside of me to not drive until my gas runs out and start a new life in a new town. I’m so over these selfish people. I’m over this fucking town and this shitty ass job. I think I’ve had enough.
If you want to kill yourself, kill what you don’t like. I had an old self that I killed. You can kill yourself too, but that doesn’t mean you got to stop living.
Vargus, Archie’s Final Project (via wethinkwedream)
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