Grate the Vraya
Disciple of Inglip
Location: schiggity schwa?
(I don't know where to post this, I just need to get this feeling off of my chest.)
Why do I search so long for everything.
No matter how hard I try it never works out well
and in the endi'm just going to be another headstone in the graveyard.
Passing through life unnoticed and unloved.
I have no skills
and no motivation to get any
I am trapped here writing as time passes me by
I sit here writing as people sit outside loving and hugging and kissing,
but im just me
ugly, scared, alone
No respite from my misery
I feel like crying
but my spirit can't produce anymore tears.
Why does it have to be me,
help me escape.
I bang on the doors of society but no one responds
I try to be welcoming and kind but no one ever notices
So I just keep passing through.
You wait for me to switch gears and feel happy,
or anything but this feeling,
but that will never happen.
This story has no ending,
Happy or sad.
(sorry for being all depressed, I just felt a sudden pang of that black feeling and had to write down what I was thinking)
Hey papi, Hey ese, Hey whiteboy,
Tell me what you need!
What's good? Talk to me. Work with me, man!
I got everything!