Pretend You're Alive

It’s my fucking birthday.

i just wanna go home

fucking think for yourself’ers

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wildephotog:

Rule of thumb: If you wouldn’t say it in person, don’t say it online.

a-fuckin-men

How can you say the warmth makes you?
How can you say a sign leads you home?

The verdict is in.

I have a problem.

This Is It, This Is It.

I feel like the time is now. Time for me to take my own advice.
Pretend you’re alive…
Pretend you’re alive and one day you will be. 

Get this: I’m dead. In fact, I’ve been dead for quite some time. I’ve been dead since I have moved here. I’m a monster looking to suck the life out of you. Make me alive, make me like you. All the while I’m dying even more than death would allow. For over a year now, life has been fleeting. In and out like the tide from where I once was. 

Life came to me when I sang on the stage for you.
Life left my side when the applause was too faint to hear.
Life came to me when I was in your bed.
Life left me when I said goodbye.
Life came to me when delusions of grandeur were vivid.
Life left me when the thrill was gone

It’s on a saturday, alone, listening to what you have to say, that I realize how dead I am. 
It’s in my room, unsettled, with tears in my eyes, that I finally get what you mean.
It’s in my head, contemplating, with all thought reassuring, that I make a declaration.

Nothing can make you alive.  You make you alive. People, places, and things do not bring life, only enhance it. If you look for life in these things, you wont find life, but false life. 

I’ve been living a false life for nineteen years.

I want to find life in myself, for myself, by myself.

“Your friends, now ghosts, are screaming. ‘Bury Us,’ they say. While panicking, my mind was broken.”