THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...
it feels good...
being alive, being dead... achieve it and maybe you get what you say you
want... but then, I post words... you post words... we reach out...
what's that all about?... coincidence?... climbing a fence?... it's
daring to share and letting someone be aware of who we are... and if we
go this far, what then?... reject the responses we asked for by reaching
out?...
> dont ever trust nobody <
LETTERS TO STRANGERS
...WORDS I HAVE POSTED PUBLICALLY IN VARIOUS PLACES IN RESPONSE TO OTHERS WORDS...
...a friend is a stranger waiting to be met...
Wanna Die
August 14, 1998
>dont evre trust nobody - dont believe in anyhting - dont hope for anythin -
>dont wish for anyhtign - dont love - cuz nobody loevs you back - they jsut
>make fun of you when they say they love you - hidehidehide - dont let
>nobody knwo ti hurts - they make it worsr - dont want - dont need -
>dontdontdont - dont try anymoer - wanna die to make evreyhting better
>
this sounds a lot like being dead... but then, I don't really remember
ever being dead, so maybe being dead is better... and yet, we are alive
and I do remember what being alive feels like...
it feels bad...
it feels like the best thing I ever had...
it feels so damned painful it drives me mad...
it feels happy...
it feels sad...
it feels...
that's it, it feels
and feelings make it real
pretending I don't feel is just a waste of time
and I don't want to waste my time
I can appear numb, feel blind, deaf and dumb
but it's still feeling some
and all that does is increase pain
repression drives me insane
suppression smothers my brain
oppression is so inane
if I was held prisoner and tortured by someone
and I had the chance to get out and run
I'd set myself free from the tyrants cell
so why do I create my own living hell?...
I am alive, pretending I'm not
and I am free, pretending I'm not
I am feeling inside, pretending it doesn't show
I am anything I want to be, pretending I don't know
and I pretend so well, it makes it so...
I love you... others care too... I took this time just to write to you
cuz I care about you... I hope this makes it a little better, even for
just a moment...
I trust you, I trust me
> dont believe in anything <
I believe in you, I believe in me
> dont hope for anything <
I hope for you, I hope for me
> dont wish for anything <
I wish for you, I wish for me
> dont love <
I love you, I love me
>cuz nobody loves you back<
I love you back, I love me back
> they just make fun of you when they say they love you <
I make fun with a hug for you and for me
real embarrassment and shame is *not* loving
but those who don't love, don't know
their garden doesn't grow
> hidehidehide <
and they think it doesn't show
but it does
I see you, I see me,
and I like what I see
> don't let nobody know it hurts <
you know, I know
pretending nobody knows doesn't change it
pretending nobody cares doesn't stop me
pretending I don't feel doesn't feel any better
so I wrote this little letter...
> they make it worse <
you make it better, I make it better
when we want to
it's up to me and you
> dont want <
pretending I don't want doesn't stop desire
> dont need <
pretending I don't need doesn't put out the fire
> don'tdon'tdon't <
doing nothing doesn't feel any better
> dont try anymore <
not trying doesn't help me forget her
or him
I can still see the truth
even when the light is dim
> - wanna die to make everything better - <
but how can I be sure it will
uncertainty is a bitter chill
truth can be a scary pill
but I still have my own free will
and I feel this bad because I still have ethics
and a conscience - and a heart
even if it's falling apart
but truth is truth from the end to the start
I still have my own free will
and I will not condone murder
even if it's only me I kill...
honest love, ric
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