Text Me from A Diary of a Man written by Anonymous Man

ME: I wanna be mean, I wanna be evil, I wanna be good, I wanna be loved, I wanna shed my skin. Pain in my back keeps me from tearing heart apart 

I wanna be mean, I wanna be evil, I wanna be good, I wanna be loved, I wanna shed my skin. Pain in my back keeps me from tearing heart apart 

ME: I wanna feel alive yet I’m torn inside, I feel all alone even with all of you at my side 

I wanna feel alive yet I’m torn inside, I feel all alone even with all of you at my side 

ME: I’m afraid to take my life, I’m afraid the world will see me for who I really am, it will judge me, hurt me even more

I’m afraid to take my life, I’m afraid the world will see me for who I really am, it will judge me, hurt me even more

ME: When a match is struck a chord is sung and yet I am all alone and I feel my loss and pain all over again 

When a match is struck a chord is sung and yet I am all alone and I feel my loss and pain all over again 

ME: Beauty I see all around and yet my heart feels pain and no one understands, I am lost with you

Beauty I see all around and yet my heart feels pain and no one understands, I am lost with you

ME: I felt inspiration when in the deepest pain I feel the will to live even though my twin is gone

I felt inspiration when in the deepest pain I feel the will to live even though my twin is gone

ME: I wanna be happy but this pain I’m in causes me to feel the life I’m in

I wanna be happy but this pain I’m in causes me to feel the life I’m in

ME: All the love and lives I’ve lost so I write to myself hoping to get through, hoping you can get through to help rid this 

All the love and lives I’ve lost so I write to myself hoping to get through, hoping you can get through to help rid this 

ME: At times I don’t know if my therapist can hear me when I beg, pled, cry, and barter.  At times he pisses me off wondering if he’s listening, then to hear an angel sing or a phone call of grace and know the six sparrows flying overhead when I feel all hope is lost it brings Tears to my eyes.

At times I don’t know if my therapist can hear me when I beg, pled, cry, and barter.  At times he pisses me off wondering if he’s listening, then to hear an angel sing or a phone call of grace and know the six sparrows flying overhead when I feel all hope is lost it brings Tears to my eyes.

ME: At times I am ashamed talking to him due to stolen, lost and given away innocence and when seen Tear me to tears

At times I am ashamed talking to him due to stolen, lost and given away innocence and when seen Tear me to tears

ME: So I text myself waiting for your response 

So I text myself waiting for your response 

ME: Why couldn’t I be born a man? why couldn’t I be strong enough to weather a storm, strong enough to understand life’s pain, strong enough to hold your hand

Why couldn’t I be born a man? why couldn’t I be strong enough to weather a storm, strong enough to understand life’s pain, strong enough to hold your hand

ME: The boy inside crying for your hand, why couldn’t I be born a man?

The boy inside crying for your hand, why couldn’t I be born a man?

ME: Then I could show you how wonderful and strong you are

Then I could show you how wonderful and strong you are

ME: Miss placed, lost, and pain can be love, hope and direction. Now open your hand 

Miss placed, lost, and pain can be love, hope and direction. Now open your hand 

ME: Sharing your pain is hard but a must, opening your eyes to see how tall a tree was, is and will be

Sharing your pain is hard but a must, opening your eyes to see how tall a tree was, is and will be

ME: They pain is mine you must see and hope, love and compassion are roots to your tree

The pain is mine you must see and hope, love and compassion are roots to your tree

 

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