LIFE
Life is trouble. It’s full of terrible tragedies that heap up on you and you are then forced to muscle your way out of that conglomeration.
He walks into class thinking of her knowing that he’ll never have her. Understanding this then plunges him into an abysmal pit of depression. He comes home to his guitar thinking about how beautiful she is and how unlucky he is. How she's so happy. The way she smiles. But he knows he’ll never have what he wants.
Then arrives the Emo punk music.
Then comes loss of color in wardrobe.
Then comes the book of melancholy poems.
Then comes his very own Emo-Alternative band.
Then comes the rush of confidence that is then blown down after he realizes that he is in line. In this line for the girl is a channel of, what she considers, dreamy men. He returns to bed with thoughts that keep him up all night. His thoughts are most something resembling
“Im the one for her.”
“We have so much in common.”
“No one would treat her better or love her like I do”
Or something of this sort.
Then comes the emotional self-abuse. He bashes your self all night. Then those insults escalate to physical self abuse thoughts. But in all honesty, he just don’t have the balls. Which brings on more insults by himself. He is made sick by emotions. Headaches, Stomach aches. The comes heart aches. He thinks he is dying in the night. His heart actually begins to hurt. He actually feels as though his heart is breaking. He can’t call out for help because apparently his lungs have collapsed as well. He is stuck in his bed to suffer in a pool of self pity.
He crawls into the bathroom to vomit out his depression in physical form.
Wakes up in the morning with a headache.
This is just one part of life.
Teenage life.
But don’t complain.
At least you have life.
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