a voice unheard
SILIENCE!....is what all of you are doing while I speak my mind. My mind is nothing of what I have seen, experienced, felt....felt for all I have loved, felt for what Ive done, felt for what I want...what I want? WHAT I WANT! In this life there is nothing more of what I want than to be free! Free from the clutches of my family, free from this HELL that binds me! FREE...each one of you knows me, can hear me, can see me, for who I am...for who I am is for who you know...for what I am... ... is a diamond in the rough. I am not like you, no way in HELL will I be like you! I love you all, I love you all to the point of which I can call you what you are... you are my dawgs, my brothers, my sista's.....my friends. I put out my hand to you and hope you do the same. I lay out my hand towards you and kiss it to the point of which....*kisses hand* there is no pain....Pain, pain is something that never goes away, you cant run, cant hide, all that is left can you only subside! Pain is all around us like no one knows, to live in agony, despair, and depression, now THATS where it shows! Yet do not save me from this pain for I've been put in pain willingly...I choose to be like this, like an outcast, a wanderer, heh....a freak on a leash. The way I walk, talk, act is none like any other. Whatever I do... they talk, whatever I wear...they talk... ... but whatever I say... ... you listen. For you see a mind is a terrible thing to waste, use it wisely without any animosity. I am a speaker of one yet family to all... I bid thee, a good day.a voice unheard
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connsk8 commented on a voice unheard
07-17-2009
- Ok, just when I think I'm with you, I'm lost but I think that is your intention, to confuse, you were successful, do we ever really know ourselves? Not if life is always happening to us and we are always responding to CHANGE...
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