I feel that the true me is hiding inside of me, and I'm so scared to let it out. Everything you think you know about Chris Caputi is most likely wrong, I'm here to set him free.
I feel like Chris is something your forced to wear, He wakes up everyday of his life and hides whatever he is feeling inside. The pain, The hate, oh there is so much hate. He hides everything down, and I am forced to deal with it because I'm trapped in this body. This is the same guy that can't speak to women and really feels that starting to go to Church is going to make him better. This is the same guy that for gave is father, but what I feel inside is the truth. Writing is stupid little poems thinking that all his hurt and pain will just go away. This is the same guy when he sees someone he hates we shuts his mouth, and walks away. He is really afraid of being alone for the rest of his life. The truth is that nobody really likes him, he really thinks that he is going to be a great writer. Behind closed doors he is just another fake. I'm the true Chris, I'm the strength that holds him together. Know everything I right is me, so if you don't like the truth, then don't read.
rain falls from the blackness in the sky, the water soaks the earth. here we stay a float, but slowly we are drowning. the mud grabs us by the ankles, pulling us into the ground. everyday is a struggle to move. With all of these days, we carry out this weight, walking closer to the pavement. we tippy toe across the marsh, crashing faster each time. crushed to our knees, our hearts slow to a beat. we question our strength, savoring every last drop, like the very last scotch. and at the end of the day, when the moon covers the view. your soft hand pressures, then squeeze’s these muscles and slowly cracks the bones, you push down upon me, I pray you don’t break me. With all the pain and agony, we continue to push forward, but we question our lives, always struggling to stand up straight. fearing our inevitable fate. carrying this horrible weight. Note; In all honesty this is about the world and the struggle to live, have faith in God, but the weight some t...
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