kurtrusselcrow

i can be free i can fly away from hell and into happiness ive felt the great things, i know they are there just waiting to be brought back into my soul and inner being my flame has sputtered for too long now the tides must return to my heart's shore the prison will soon open so my mind can taste life again i am tired and anxious but freedom beckons i will not deny it anymore

the talk of escape has my heart pumping faster than it has in a long time. i am awake again it seems. i feel everything. im anxious and nervous but excited and allured by the whole idea. i cannot wait to break the rules. like the good ol days, when i ran around with no consequences. for realy there is no one that can catch me in the wrong or right now. and who could tell me otherwise? who thinks they have that right? fuck you. you have nothing. time is growing short now. soon.  soon. it will be upon me. release.  and i will be let out into the wild once more, to flourish as i once did before. the world will welcome me with i

love is too faraway. when your insidious mind breaks out any chance we ever had disintegrates into indistiguishable particles. i am locked in, this i know. but i have windows in my prison and the outside has never looked better than when you decide to be rediculous. you put us in uncharted waters with your poison. its eats at my mind and my flesh. my depression intensifies. you say you will kill yourself, and although i take you seriously, we both know you wont, you just use it to pull me back into mutually caring about you again. but its a ruse. i dont care, and you forced me to be this way. you lied, and you knew i could n