podeamthe goldie spoke
A friend wrote this; I’m just archiving it here, for I can’t figure out if he has an archival system in place.
its real, the pain you feel, you die to heal
He (i.e. in general, both genders)
Everyone has their own share of problems and shit loads…. some known some unknown…. one thinks that he has to put a facade in order to be acknowledged by his “friends”, the taboo of being labelled as an ‘outcast’, ‘freak’, ‘geek’, ‘queer’,’mad’...
little does he know that everyone in his social circle has their very own hurdles that they are struggling to overcome….
He is a poseur… trying to be something he is not….. to get the attention and the ‘acceptance’
He goes home, lost, wondering how he had done that day, the pretence, well played?
He is on a roller coaster….
some days overjoyed
some days the window just seems so tempting
he thinks ” i die to heal”
stupidity…..
“how long more can i keep this up, its pain,its real, my life, its purpose?”
he ponders, brushes it off, and the next day goes back to his routine…
shear wasted time
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i only long for the day when we can just rip the paint coats we wear daily to school, to work, at home, to wherever
the day where everyone is naked and unafraid….
their problems….. solved
where our mistakes will be overlooked, but our potential focused on
then maybe we will live happily ever after….
if only we begin to see the bigger picture…
or maybe have an encounter with the big man…...
GOD.
Stop contemplating, have faith, trust in the ABBA father to pull ya through
Surrender yourself to him
you are not alone
we all hurt as much as you do
we dont understand? try us…..
look for someone to talk to…
havent you spend long enough in the shit hole?
release…..
I don’t know.. but this post affected me. Did I like it? I’m not sure. All I know is that it made my heart catch for a while. I read it, and re-read it.
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