sometimes i just want someone to rip through my face
and tear up the insides of my inner workings...
such destruction is quite necessary from time to time...
destruction that requires a sacrifice, but all for a greater good,
for me to be purified within myself, and to feel things that I have not felt before. to
feel the out of body experience I so desperately feel I need at this time...
I just need someone to split my head open and record all the goings on inside.
So i submit myself to those who are willing to thrash at me and slice me apart, help
me to heal myself of all imperfections.
Help me.
Help me please.
I'm beggin you, please.
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Some of the thoughts that run through my head; the one's I'm not ashamed to put down on paper.
So, this is me...well, a part of me.
- buh.ran.done©
- Ogden, UT, United States
- I'm just a regular guy, who had his problems. Taking care of them is the easy part...preparing for new ones is the challenge. I hit a rough patch a few years back and while you may choose to be offended by the things that I write, I don't apologize for documenting my feelings.
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