The Phoenix-My DefinitionMore Like This
A mythical bird that never dies, the phoenix flies far ahead to the front, always scanning the landscape and distant space. It represents our capacity for vision, for collecting sensory information about our environment and the events unfolding within it. The phoenix, with its great beauty, creates intense excitement and deathless inspiration.
On the BorderlineI am a living breathing contradiction.More Like This
I hate you,
Don't leave me,
I need you,
I don't know myself
Yet I hate myself.
I am empty
Yet I carry the sadness of every man woman and child on this earth.
I feel their suffering pulse through my brain
Yet my veins run cold,
Empty and alone.
Homeless and roaming
Owned only by my illness.
Make me stop shaking
And aching for you
I told you to go
Now come the fuck back
Before I attack myself.
On the borderline between sanity and utter collapse.
Please come back.
The Borderline Its hard to find love when your heart isn't working correct,More Like This
and when emotions become a strange non working substance,
when you can't feel things the way other people feels them,
and when you are told that you are cold and drained from empathy.
I yearn for acceptance and someone to love me
All I want is someone to understand that I'm not hurting people on purpose
But sometimes I suspect people hurting me on purpose
And sometimes I just don't see why I'm more twisted than everybody else.