The others

Why have we turned to ourselves and asked us many questions, which we know that we don't have the answers to? Do we not realize that in the end we end up just like everyone else? Just as fucked up as everybody else! Why can't we see, that we are not alone in the world, We have many people who know what it is like to be in the situations as we are. The drugs forced onto us. The alcohol, the sex, the life, the knives, the never ending pain that we are forced to intake. We look at ourselves in the mirror, and what do we see. A person you hate, a person that you want to hurt, well then we think that the world starts turning against us. Or maybe it might... So we tighten up and our close friends drop out of touch, then we are truly alone. By that time we have lost all of the world around us, and the sad thing is that we know that we have lost it. We know that the world is gone. So we continue on our down ward spiral. At last, when the night has finally slit our wrists deep enough for us not to care or worry, Some one steps into our lives and pulls us out of the icy depths of the hell that had engulfed us. As they pull us out, they open us with warm words and open arms. Feeling loved we open ourselves exposing all of our issue and problems to them. There is no way that we could be hurt again. We have them. They open us more and more. We meet all of our old friends and then we are almost happy. But then they ask us for something. Something that the last one asked for. At first, we refuse. We can't submit ourselves for the pain again. But then they keep pushing. And pushing, Finally we forfeit and we give up. Then we know, after we give them what they need we know that it is gone. Read from top and repeat This is our lives or at least from my eyes. We can't keep going on like this. We just can't...
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Youre right...with all of that. Its true and it seems like theres nothing we can do about it. Life is life and thats that...no way to make it better...or is there?
yeah, i wish i could do that to her.