I guess I’m not that person, that friend that someone would want to hang around with. I must be to nice and silent. I guess the truth is that people like loud fucking assholes. I’m just to shy to show my true fucking colors, to the people that are around me. Let me be that prick that nobody likes. I can be an arrogant dick if they really want. I can scream at the top of my lungs at everyone that steps in my fucking way. It’s really great when someone is an asshole to me, and I have the brains to hold my tongue and say nothing at all. Why do I have to be the one that is the Grown Up? Why can’t I have any fun?
Everything is very simple I’m the nice guy, I’m the hard worker, I’m the professional. Nobody likes the good guy, The guy that does not drink, The guy the works his hardest so his future family does not have to struggle like he did. This is the guy that would do anything to help out a true friend, but nobody talks to him because he is see through. I can speak!, I can Bleed!, please believe me!!
Mr. Nice Guy.
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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