Me, Myself and I

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I know it is not perfect, But it's life.Life is MESSY sometimes..

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Friday, June 15, 2012

Faking it


You should step in my shoes and walk a mile. Then maybe you'll see how hard it is to hold back tears and fake a smile.



Lately I've been hard to reach, I've been too long on my own
Everybody has a private world where they can be alone
Are you calling me? Are you trying to get through
Are you reaching out for me, like I'm reaching out for you?

I'm just so fuckin' depressed, I just can seem to get out this slump
If I could just get over this hump
But I need something to pull me out this dump,
I took my bruises, took my lumps
Fell down and I got right back up
But I need that spark to get psyched back up
In order for me to pick the mic back up
I don't know how or why or when I ended up in this position I'm in
I'm starting to feel distant again
So I decided just to pick this pen
Up and try to make an attempt to vent
But I just can't admit
Or come to grips with the fact that I may be done with rap
I need a new outlet, I know some shit's so hard to swallow
And I just can't sit back and wallow
In my own sorrow
But I know one fact I'll be one tough act to follow
One tough act to follow
I'll be one tough act to follow
Here today, gone tomorrow
But you have to walk a thousand miles

In my shoes, just to see
What it's like, to be me
I'll be you, let's trade shoes
Just to see what it'd be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each other's mind
Just to see what we find
Look at shit through each other's eyes
But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful, oh
They can all get fucked.
Just stay true to you
So don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful
Oh, they can all get fucked.

*Eminem*

Thursday, June 7, 2012

eat you alive


 I can't have you running away from me just because you can't handle dealing with psychotic me...
Your excuses was lamed and it hurts to think that you're only can accept the sane side of me. A pity, I know.
















Sunday, June 3, 2012

simple


This is how it goes: I will respect those who respect me, and forget those who forget me. 
Simple as that..


thinking bout you


They say that if you dream about someone, 
then they are thinking about you. God, what I would give for that to be true.

monster here and there





I hate it when you can't stop thinking about that one person... and deep down inside, you doubt they are actually thinking about you.

Friday, June 1, 2012

at your mercy



I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.
  -Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness-