Gnat Price00
Bonds.
Taken in the middle of 2019.
Bonds is a photo about being held down by my issues. What I cause and how I self destruct. It's a bond to my being of how I act. All of my mistakes and continued slip up's. All bonds to who I am. Feeling tied down by my idiotic choices and the way it alters who I truly am.
These next few writings are mere talking with myself and the reader, describing my short comings and my problems.
If these writings seem oddly selfish, or oddly self absorbed, or victim trying.
It's a defense mechanism of mine.
See You Soon.
Talking
Rudimentary my friend.
My dark thoughts serve as a note.
Checking who I am.
What I can be.
Open up the satchel.
See your 10 cents.
Stuck to the bottom next to the dollars.
My life is better.
Found Happiness in my depression.
My thoughts can’t destroy me.
They can only correct.
Turning my eyes to the hassle.
Open them up.
Bereft.
Talking to this new person.
Easy to destroy my conscious.
Still considering what a new place can be for me.
Home is my happiness.
Still trying to find my home.
We doing better.
Even my dad knows we’re better.
Wondering how many years till I fall.
I saw, it’s done.
We good.
I can say don’t fret, but I will myself.
God willing.
Seen what god can hold.
A god in all of us.
Praying for my family.
They still hurting.
For anyone who hasn’t found their way.
I’m on the path with you.
Gravel road doesn’t stain my bloody hands.
Addiction on me.
Latched on like a bad flu.
What’s new.
Nothing can defeat me.
Lost a part of me.
Just to grow another.
Just to grow another.
Along the brick road. Blood on the tiles.
Go home and see your mess.
Thinking of thoughts I shouldn’t think.
The blood drags behind my body.
Shot in the stomach.
Holding my hand over the wound.
It will heal natural.
My limitations as a person.
What’s real or fake.
Do I even exist.
Sometimes wonder if I matter.
If I’m something.
When you address me to my face.
Listen to my thoughts?
I feel human.
Over generalization.
I feel human.
Floating through each day.
Dreading waking up.
I’m not present.
Looking to stop coping.
Learn to accept.
Only person holding onto this pain is myself.
My first love. She doesn’t think about me.
My old friends. The ones who inspired these thoughts.
They don't think on me.
I need to let these people die so they can become human again.
I see them as evil forces.
Forcing me through this journey.
When they just represent what I hate most of myself.
Easy to pick out the bad in an amazing day.
Talking.
Talking 2.
I’m alive. You didn’t ask but I am.
Fade into my bed like the ghost I am.
Watch your support die when you need it the most.
Bleeding out, can’t even give me a bandage.
Watch me die, I’m glad to have your company.
I’m alive, You don’t care but I am.
Fade into the streets like the shadow I am.
Sometimes I don’t know if I exist.
Bury my walls into my chest.
Watch me die, you will have a good show.
I’m Dying, It’s okay to feel off.
Fade into my thoughts, the only place I’m heard.
Everything is cool when you blend.
I’m an impostor in my home.
Watch me die, I hope it’s a comedy.
I’m alive, I’m barely holding on.
Fade into what was my self expression.
photos more faded than my mind.
Hope I collapse with “grace”.
Watch me die, Better this way.
Talking 2.
Bonds.
Taken in the middle of 2019.
Bonds is a photo about being held down by my issues. What I cause and how I self destruct. It's a bond to my being of how I act. All of my mistakes and continued slip up's. All bonds to who I am. Feeling tied down by my idiotic choices and the way it alters who I truly am.
These next few writings are mere talking with myself and the reader, describing my short comings and my problems.
If these writings seem oddly selfish, or oddly self absorbed, or victim trying.
It's a defense mechanism of mine.
See You Soon.
Talking
Rudimentary my friend.
My dark thoughts serve as a note.
Checking who I am.
What I can be.
Open up the satchel.
See your 10 cents.
Stuck to the bottom next to the dollars.
My life is better.
Found Happiness in my depression.
My thoughts can’t destroy me.
They can only correct.
Turning my eyes to the hassle.
Open them up.
Bereft.
Talking to this new person.
Easy to destroy my conscious.
Still considering what a new place can be for me.
Home is my happiness.
Still trying to find my home.
We doing better.
Even my dad knows we’re better.
Wondering how many years till I fall.
I saw, it’s done.
We good.
I can say don’t fret, but I will myself.
God willing.
Seen what god can hold.
A god in all of us.
Praying for my family.
They still hurting.
For anyone who hasn’t found their way.
I’m on the path with you.
Gravel road doesn’t stain my bloody hands.
Addiction on me.
Latched on like a bad flu.
What’s new.
Nothing can defeat me.
Lost a part of me.
Just to grow another.
Just to grow another.
Along the brick road. Blood on the tiles.
Go home and see your mess.
Thinking of thoughts I shouldn’t think.
The blood drags behind my body.
Shot in the stomach.
Holding my hand over the wound.
It will heal natural.
My limitations as a person.
What’s real or fake.
Do I even exist.
Sometimes wonder if I matter.
If I’m something.
When you address me to my face.
Listen to my thoughts?
I feel human.
Over generalization.
I feel human.
Floating through each day.
Dreading waking up.
I’m not present.
Looking to stop coping.
Learn to accept.
Only person holding onto this pain is myself.
My first love. She doesn’t think about me.
My old friends. The ones who inspired these thoughts.
They don't think on me.
I need to let these people die so they can become human again.
I see them as evil forces.
Forcing me through this journey.
When they just represent what I hate most of myself.
Easy to pick out the bad in an amazing day.
Talking.
Talking 2.
I’m alive. You didn’t ask but I am.
Fade into my bed like the ghost I am.
Watch your support die when you need it the most.
Bleeding out, can’t even give me a bandage.
Watch me die, I’m glad to have your company.
I’m alive, You don’t care but I am.
Fade into the streets like the shadow I am.
Sometimes I don’t know if I exist.
Bury my walls into my chest.
Watch me die, you will have a good show.
I’m Dying, It’s okay to feel off.
Fade into my thoughts, the only place I’m heard.
Everything is cool when you blend.
I’m an impostor in my home.
Watch me die, I hope it’s a comedy.
I’m alive, I’m barely holding on.
Fade into what was my self expression.
photos more faded than my mind.
Hope I collapse with “grace”.
Watch me die, Better this way.
Talking 2.