Riddles - - Chapter 1

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Walk towards me. Who do you see? I won't hurt you, don't be afraid of me. But you are, I can see you are. You're crossing the street because you're scared of what I look like. You're giving me the dirty looks that they give to mad people just before they shout abuse and lock them up. What did I ever do to deserve you? Yes I know I'm stumbling, I know I'm covered in blood, but do you stop and help? No. I'm stumbling, I can't find my feet, I need some help and I'm calling to you with every sound I have inside me but still you ignore me. That lady with the pram, you cross the street and place your hands over your baby's ears cause you don't want her to hear my calling. I'm a dead man calling, and that scares you but still you will not help. Why won't you help me? Just for you to say, can I help, or what can I do? But then again, I should have learned by now, no one helps. No one did, no one does, and no one ever will. You can't cure the hurt in my heart but still you say you care. You wouldn't rescue me from this street in midnight hour while I'm bleeding. I just wanted a person, a person to love me as much as I loved them, I just wanted to be whisked away, told that I was worth something on this earth, told that I wouldn't go down as another statistic on the suicide chart. I didn't want much, just a person to love. Everyone deserves that right? I had so much of it to give out, underneath this shell. But love said no...2

Maybe I should start back from the beginning. After all I have all the time in the world. Tonight is the night I die, so why not confess all? The day will not come until I am dead. I shall make sure of it, I will not live to see the new day. And if I am here for another day, I'll just try again and again, till I progress because one of these days its gotta happen. I've been given second chances to live from accidents not of my own, but this is the first of my own accidents. I don't want another chance at living thanks. Been there' done that got the t-shirt and collected a few memories on the great track. You know, its true what they say; Life is Funny. Cause when you're sitting here on the pavement watchin people floating by like stars, you don't know what else to do except cry. And if you're not a crying person like me, you laugh. Of course they think you're mad for laughing when you're dying, but can't they see why you think its funny? Life is Funny. Whichever way you try and get around it, its funny because it deals you the shittest cards and still expects you to believe in things such as God and other people. Sure i'm not sayin I don't. But its nights like this that test my patenice. And I'm definatly not a patient person. Infact I don't even know what type of person I am. I don't know whether I'm mad or sane, whether I'm alive or dead, whether its raining or its sunny. I'm living in a sureality, whatever i do is the same and lifes a big circle. Ever seen those music videos where the singer is standing in front of a crowd of people and they're all rushing around but the singer has stopped and is still just pouring their heart out? 3

Thats what life is; its a music video, its a test, its a lesson learned with time, its a one way road, its a traffic jam, its funny, its a bitch, its everything you wanted, its nothing you wanted, its too hot, its too cold, its too expensive, its too cheap, its boring, its fun, 4

its hurting, its great....5

Or so you'd think. It doesn't matter on what side of life you're on, you're always lookin for the greener side. But remeber, wherever you are, whatever side, the grass may be greener, but it still needs to be mowed. But it doesn't matter because wherever you are, you're never happy. Its just riddles. 6

"I talk to you in riddles cause words get in my way."7

Yeah, my two cents on life, It aint been much, you still don't know who I am or where I am. All you know is I'm bleeding, and I'm about to die. Do you care what happens to me? Would you have stopped to help me? I'm not talking to anyone, cept YOU. YOU right there, sitting on the other side of that computer screen reading my story. What would you have done if you were on my street? Nothing because it was just8

Another Worthless Depressed Suicide Statistic. 9

And my mind hurts now, everythings going black. I steady myself on this kurb. I've lost my feeling of pain, I'm just numb and I know i'm about to black out with all the stuff going on. I'm slipping in..ANd out Of ConSciEnceNess...10

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