I was once holding a loaded gun against my head
I just wanted to be one of the dead.
At times my reckless behavior I dread
But at that time everything was said.
Think back, it was embarrassing and pathetic to see myself in the mirror
All I saw was my light getting dimmer.
I still can’t find my place in this world
Maybe I belong to the underworld.
I suppose my escape was the mutilation of my flesh
I am not proud of it, but every time I did it, I felt fresh.
My life was obscure, strange, dark and dangerous
And no, I am not adventurous.
I even turn my back on my reflection
For myself, I didn’t feel any affection.
I am the same scare person that once held the loaded gun
But now, I am in a weird way a new one
A new person that analyzes the pain
Now I use my brain
Isn’t strange?
Copyright © 2016 Manuel Osornio-emotionsoflife2016
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the photo goes so well with the written word, i love the fog and dampness and the mystery lurking in the mist….just as mysterious as this person i read about.
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Thank you so much. I was reluctant to post this cause is part of my past but i felt that it need it to be out there. Those were hard times but i am moving slowly but surly. Thank you for liking it and commenting. it means a lot to me. Gratitude
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That’s good, not strange. 🙂
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Thank you for readying Richard. Stay amazing
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You too, and my pleasure. 🙂
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As long as you stay in touch with your heart too 😉
XxX
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