A thing about Art and so called 'talent' by Capukat, journal
A thing about Art and so called 'talent'
MOVE on Identity: A thing about Art and so called 'talent'
[My Opinion Versus Everyone] Please remember these are simply my opinions and are not meant to imply that you should agree or disagree nor should these prove to be offensive in any way; if I do come across displeasingly then you have my apologies beforehand, thank you.
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EDIT: I added the project MOVE header ^-^ 12/18/12~ This was written a while before that though but it falls under the category :)
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I'm writing
You want to end it?
Think of this.
You write your suicide note... And you set it on the table.
You take your razor, your silver, two inch razor. And you start to slide it across your wrist. You barely feel a thing. After all, the pain of life is more than the pain of the blade.
And you take that belt you never wore, the one that was too tight, the one you starved yourself to fit into. And you wrap it once, twice around your neck... and you pull it tight.
Barely breathing, you put the ends of the belt on something to hold you up.
Something to strangle you.
Something to kill you.
And you die.
And that's the end, right?
Wrong.
So, so wrong.
You say I don't understand you
and I probably don't
But how can I ever begin to understand
if you never tell me anything?
Are you okay?
I'm fine...
Really?
Are you?
How am I supposed to know
if you always tell me
what you think I want to hear
Tell me how everything is falling apart
how you hate everything
including yourself
including me
Just don't tell me lies
I can't help you
when all you show me
is a wall
I can't help you
unless you help me first
Help me understand
even if I never truly will