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I F You Have Something to Say, Say It to My Face

I would rather die than live a life that that wasnt true about you. I dont talk to you because its dangerous and my father threatens to cut my throat... that your well that and that his role in life is pretty much that doesnt exist and is wrong. But see i grew up with someone who was that for themself and unfortunately that person was a monster. But its not my job to have an opinion of that in someone though i was always made doubt because of the things the person did to me and other people. Its always getting over that person. That he doesnt understand and that i dont want to lose him but its really the fact that im always in danger any time i talk to you in my head because a lot of people around me hail the devil that you could be all that for someone else. Its pretty much looking a monster they made of me in the mirror and seeing it was to be with the angel i was ... seeing the angel oposite of the person they try to make of me and pull me apart saying it has to be true for her... the devil and different people in hitler see this and pretty much say im a joke. its honestly it that i feel pretty inferior for someone who could not give that to you most of my life and its pretty much a joke. .... that its a crusifiction of me with the burning of an upsidown cross and the attempt to disinigrate light. i feel unworthy because ive dated alot when you have not. its it that i pretty much met the devils opion of what i mean to the world and the sexual community at a young age and their plan to murder me before i reach middle age in an attempt that alot of bad things would happen to me and their sexual desires triumph over what girls dont get because their in the world.
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Montanaman · M
I will withhold my words and instead, I'll post the lyrics of a song, that to me, came to mind as I continued along with your journey...


"This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend

The end
Of our elaborate plans
The end
Of everything that stands
The end
No safety or surprise
The end
I'll never look into your eyes
Again

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need of some stranger's hand
In a desperate land

Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the king's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby

Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake
The ancient lake
Baby

The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake
He's old
And his skin is cold

The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest

The blue bus is callin' us
The blue bus is callin' us
Driver, where you taking us

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
"Father?" "Yes, son." "I want to kill you..."

-Jim Morrison, The Doors.