All it Takes. Washed up bitches witch was why i say this thus making us obsolete with causes left incomplete such problems set in stone like a concrete puzzle I'm in the zone so why are we so unknown. Only one solution its in the question rattling my bones I recommend you listen in on what has been said man because once every second passes it hits us a whip stretches smacks its leather strap that cracks our asses hands shaken is it acts of carelessness talking about people behind backs since taking a side becomes more of an act thus selfish. An acrobatic rope hang on a string feet dangling challenge we need discipline we are soldiers standing waiting for the fight we are in surviving by starving for food adrenaline high of these fumes carbon wasted again breathing becomes harder suffering suffocating throat closing cut off of oxygen. Unconscious lucid dreams dreaming of being alive just living again no pain only reason to keep moving forward shoving people and pushing running for the top of this mountain throw myself in a youth barring fountain the fountain of youth is what I'm shouting a mouthful or two is all I will be needing give me back what I had before the destruction of myself leading a #life with corruption. Include in conversation a single mention of belief am I praying God I don't believe in him if there's evil then satan I have seen this hit an a miss situation who wants to knock the shit an piss out of my digestive system stainless steel blade kitchen sink knife is good enough for stabbing rust is an infection just waiting to happen. Crack a bottle of something an start chugging throw up when it becomes poison look what I wasted my money on just so I can feel comfortable having a normal kinda social #life discussion don't worry tho other people do it also when feeling boredom, I think we should tell them to stop now before we are looking at another person passed out on the ground again, stomach acid exhaling. Sound asleep snoring bodies out cold an bloods thin white skin humans it's not that fun anymore now is it washed up plus wasted brain damage oh for sure you have it a collaboration of brain activity thinking wits far beyond mundane imagination you can't even handle this information why do we even listen stitch up them cuts with stitches you never tried hard enough to end it if you did we would be dead an not sitting here complaining, so forget it. What's worse then living we still have more then everyone before us ever did but still lost an unsatisfactory we are grieving praying towards something not real just believing that payer can go a long way I'm hoping maybe my own luck will soon change for the greater good of humanity. What ever that is suppose to mean I should just forget about it anyway no more complaints from this guy complaining every day stays the same oh how very exciting my eyes are heavy from sleeping an I don't mind the insanity of hallucinations physical therapy makes myself feel lazy since the world around me is like a fog or cloudy. I'm probably psychotic already anyway so my eyes will keep on getting heavy until they close shut for good an I'm finally buried. Tombstone bed in a grave I'm laid to rest white pillowcase for my neck painted face suite tie shoes an pants creased it's the cleanest I've ever been since, to rot in the ground by myself ah finally it's time to lie down, Rest in Peace.-CryMau5.