My life has been a piece of shit ever since my parents have had trouble...at age 9 my parents fought alot (physically too) it got so bad for us (my brother sister and me) that well at least for me my life has declined. I remember one time they fought on my birthday and the cops even came. when i entered middle school i realized i was small, i got bullied and teased alot and so my confidence went down. Now at age 15 i have now no friends, not ever had a girlfriend and i have divorced fucking parents. I just found out that my mom is now changing her religion (judaism- we are or were a jewish family- i still am jewish) to an african one which believes in potatoes and stupid crap. My only friend my brother has recently gone to the states for college and now i am feeling crapier than ever. I have no friends at all and have cu myself ever since.
Nothing-Adam Gordon(myself)
He wandered the streets of which he never belonged
Got to a point were no one cared
No one talked to him or even cared if his life prolonged
He grew but not as he thought, he grew scared
Tired and weak as the time passed by
No one saw him or sensed him
For him he was just the invisible guy
His thoughts went dark and mentally dim
This world had news for him as he thought
He was plainly not a part of society
He himself felt within the pot, distraught
Had him never felt that kind of anxiety
And so the weeks passed by
And he was not to be seen
So he sat alone in the corner to cry
He prepared his blade so it would be keen
He stroke once and twice until he pierced his skin
Red gel filled that so empty and lonely spot
Of were he never belonged and ever shown a grin
His surrounding grew dark and so unpleasantly hot
He had left that world of which he used to record
Of where he used to feel so alone
Among the people of which he ignored
In which he felled day and night to depressingly moan
Finally he left the place he used to recall
Where he was nothing
Where he worked his balance to prevent that fall
Of which he fell and ran away from being, nothing
He was once nothing in that world
He was once a fly in that great wall
Where he was bullied by society, hurled
Where he lost the fight and again pall
He was nothing
Nothing he was
No one cared
And his life finally declared
Nothing-Adam Gordon(myself)
He wandered the streets of which he never belonged
Got to a point were no one cared
No one talked to him or even cared if his life prolonged
He grew but not as he thought, he grew scared
Tired and weak as the time passed by
No one saw him or sensed him
For him he was just the invisible guy
His thoughts went dark and mentally dim
This world had news for him as he thought
He was plainly not a part of society
He himself felt within the pot, distraught
Had him never felt that kind of anxiety
And so the weeks passed by
And he was not to be seen
So he sat alone in the corner to cry
He prepared his blade so it would be keen
He stroke once and twice until he pierced his skin
Red gel filled that so empty and lonely spot
Of were he never belonged and ever shown a grin
His surrounding grew dark and so unpleasantly hot
He had left that world of which he used to record
Of where he used to feel so alone
Among the people of which he ignored
In which he felled day and night to depressingly moan
Finally he left the place he used to recall
Where he was nothing
Where he worked his balance to prevent that fall
Of which he fell and ran away from being, nothing
He was once nothing in that world
He was once a fly in that great wall
Where he was bullied by society, hurled
Where he lost the fight and again pall
He was nothing
Nothing he was
No one cared
And his life finally declared
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Getting out there and mucking around the beach is great fun...Who knows, hopefully these friendships will develop into something long lasting, and meaningful for you.