Andrei the Fifth (V) @jacksongpallack - Tumblr Blog

I'm a follower because I have a job With a boss Who tells me what to do Fucking God hates me, so this is what I have to do To survive... All my decisions hurt me, make me suffer Nobody wants to be with me They don't like me And I suffer. This is because God. He does not give me the power or love to make my life better. This is the truth. I am condemned to suffer alone where my choices and decisions only bring more suffering. I pray for God to change this but he doesn't. This is my truth. When will He kill me?

Cult leader

How can you be a follower when you're all alone Nobody wants to have anything to do with you You don't have anything anyone wants Like a Fucking pariah or a leper But yeah I'm following someone I wish there were some around TO follow A leader too, wow. Following isn't the problem since it's not real Just doesn't apply The problem is why nobody wants to be around us To begin with... Oh because we're followers .. the only person I follow is Jesus Christ Okay so acquiring things people want so They can be around you Is fucking shallow... They only want what you have What I want is to lead myself to prosper To make my hand strong and fit so that I do Good things for myself If someone wanted my help I'd be glad to But they don't want anything to do with me now To get over this thing like a curse Where we are alone and everything we do makes Us suffer... Is the situation. Fucking someone to follow.. be real. I want someone who likes me for me But no one does. I have tried, hard too... And the situation doesn't Change. People don't want to be with me and I Suffer this fate. If only I can get back to where What I do doesn't hurt me... And just deal with The pain again. But damn, this is my fate!

Kill your social Long nights Long days Alone Chemicals to get right Nobody says anything nice Always stops working Afraid of the pain again another day Pick up and still don't work What always has to change While the pain never does And is always the same The fear of dealing with it another day Wanting it To go away But it's always me me me So we have to go away instead

I was born in a village My family had chickens, pigs and cows We grew our own food and vegetables And survived by our own work by our own hands. I grew up in a city where you work for someone else and have to buy inferior goods for the money he pays you. Instead of knowing what I need to survive since I grow it myself, all I know is that I need money / currency to buy the things that I am not sure are good for me. They give me medicines and chemicals for the money that rules my life and tells me that I will have an easier time of living. I do not see how this way of life makes me a stronger PERSON... Just having money to trade for the things that I don't even know will help me survive. I know that if I grow the food I need to eat and have shelter from the rain I can continue to breathe and that would be life. But this life where I only focus on money to trade for my survival ... I do not see how i am a stronger human.

Lord I can't even play these chords Cus it sounds like a heart breaking on a cross Oh how they beat him, why he bled for me And all my crimes that he took from me Oh how I love him but it makes me cry When I think on all the beatings that I took in my life

i’d really love to see you

to be with you

to live with you again

but i know if keep thinking about you

it will drive me wild wild wild

and i’ve been sick for ages

and its enough to make my momma cry

and i don’t know if i’ll ever get better

or if anyone will ever love me again

or wanna share a life

and all i can do is keep living

until its my time to die