I’ve been up all night.
If all goes well, I will be up all day.
This isn’t poetry.
This is me going on a rant.
This is me letting out the poison.
Its like a diary that everybody is allowed to read.
Is it a cry for attention?
I love attention.
I kinda feel guilty about my love for attention and I don’t know weather that is right or wrong.
I also love to give attention.
Lately all I’ve had is myself, and frankly I’m tired of looking in the mirror.
I want to stare at somebody else.
I’m getting so restless in this skin.
I need to feel some pain.
I love pain.
That probably sounds creepy but I don’t care.
It doesn’t matter how it sounds.
Because pain is the only thing this fallen world has to threaten me with.
Pain means I’m doing something right
Pain is rewarding.
I sure hope I don’t have to die a quick and easy death.
That would mean that I have been too quiet about what is right.
That my voice has been too low and my life too soft.
I think I need a punching bag.
Something to take out all this pent up energy on.
I have more poison than just thoughts in my head.
It runs in my veins.
I need to work it out.
Gotta fight those demons.
I am no saint.
I am a sinner.