#dear hater

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Pryce - Dear Hater EP

Pryce – Dear Hater EP

This is the first EP from up and coming artist Pryce. Born and raised in Dayton, OH Pryce dropped a tape to give the haters a reason to hate .

https://soundcloud.com/prycekteboss/sets/dear-hater

Social Network Links.

Facebook: Pryce Instagram: King_Pryce Snapchat: KingThirdBoss Twitter: KingThirdBoss SoundCloud: PryceKteBoss

Location

Dayton, OH

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[bloodymaryspoems-blog]

Dear Hater pt. 2

I know I am not the type of person you like or love, but do me a favor. Don’t bully me because of my bands, clothes and outlook. I have enough problems. I despise bullies and what the after effect is. I know you probably don’t understand but I understand you. You are afraid of the unknown. I am unknown, different and unique.

Don’t be afraid of me.

I love Black Veil Brides, My Chemical Romance, All Time Low, and other Rock ‘n Roll bands, but I am not scary and neither is my music. Don’t judge me. Don’t hate me. I enjoy music just like you. All I need is a friend. A friend to be at my side until the end. So don’t judge me.

I am not a bad person. I will not judge you, my hater friend. I just enjoy the pulsing, electifying beats of hard rock music. My sister was judged by her friends and she started cutting. It took four months to get her to quit. Then there is my Avenged Sevenfold friend. Her mother refused to listen when she tried to talk about her boyfriend trying to commit suicide. Today she had a thin red line on her arm.

I am not trying to tell you what to do, but I don’t want you to judge me on something that makes me unique. I am sure you have plenty of unique and strange features of your own, so why judge mine?

You don’t understand my pain. I know in my last letter I stated my reasons. But you need to understand. My bands lift me up and hold me there. Your bands might put a brief sunshine smile on my face. But my hater, my bands tell me through their music that my darkest days are not as bad if I try to seek my friends.

Will you put aside your hate? Will you stand with me? Will you be my shield? If not, let me be. Let me hide behind dark clothes and headphones. Let me hold my music close to me. Let me scream and shout. Let me be a Fallen Angel, Let me play with magic. Let me act like a shadowhunter. Let me be Wretched and Divine. Let me pretend to be a demigod. Let me pretend to be Unbroken. Let me chose between Knives and Pens. Let me be by myself and listen to my Devil’s Choir.

Let me sing along with my bands. Let me be a part of the Black Parade. My Days are Numbered in this world and I don’t have time for fake friends and sugary sweet smiles. In the End, I am Bulletproof, and you are just a Bully. I hate to think that We Don’t Belong here in this world but you are indicting that with your Violence Fetish and cruel words.

I hate the way you talk about my friends. I hate when you pick on me. Now, I know I am Nobody’s Hero, but you could be. Stop being a bully, a loaded gun. Be a Savior to your friends and the children in black. We are just looking for the truth. We are just rebels and wild ones listening to the songs of Youth and Whiskey. You are just a person who leaves scars. We Stitch These Wounds that you leave everyday. Stop arguing with us, because if it wasn’t for these bands we would have Lost It All a long time ago.

Join us and let’s Set This World On Fire and forge a Perfect Weapon of trust and understanding. We are all human. Some are wound by their past and imperfections, and others are just Faithless. Join with us and learn that we aren’t scary or violent. We aren’t Down with the Sickness of the mind. We aren’t crazy. We are just a group of people who aren’t in a Coffin yet. Do me a favor next New Year’s Day. Share a few kind words with a dark cloaked boy or girl at your school, when you return. Don’t shut us out becaue of clothes or music. Because I don’t want to say a Grim Goodbye. We are just Teenagers walking a Boulvard of Broken Dreams.

Help me in my fight to end the Pain and suffering, to wash away the Chalk Outline of the social circles. Life is Beautiful and you are wasting it will you hate and judgement. I just want a Home that my friend can smile again in. Please listen to my words and take my words to heart. Leave a Legacy that you will be proud of. If you don’t care and think that we are secretly thinking ‘I hate everything about you.’ I hate to tell you that you are wrong. We don’t want you Perfect Life and perfect Glass Houses. We want to dance to our own beat. I want to hold my friend in My Immortal heart and love them forever. When I hear that one of my friend are hurting, My Heart is Broken.These my be my Famous Last Words, and be the Sound of Madness to you. But the bassist of Black Veil Brides said it prefectly. “Normal is the setting on a washing machine. No one wants to be that.”

You are probably wondering who I am…… I am Nobody. I am the who lets Shadows Die. I am the one hidden behind a mask of indifference. If you are a child of darkness reading this, You are not alone. You are Beautiful and prefect to me. Don’t listen to the haters of this world. The music is for people like us, the outcast and the weirdos. Someone will miss you. Someone out there cares. I care. If you ever need helping hand, look up a song from your favorite band.

I am sick of the heart attack and the pain I see in my friends’ eyes. I am tired of the lies and worse. I am just a girl in a place that still sticks to gender-roles. I want to wear black and listen to my music too loud. I enjoy nothing more then to hang with my friends. I don’t gossip about boys or other girls. I don’t go out of my way to hurt people. There are people in this world who hate the children of black. There are those who live to brighten your day. My bands speak to those who don’t listen to the happy-go-lucky tunes. They tell people that it is going to be fine. That it is okay to be yourself and not Bewitched into hating yourself. I will admit I’m Weird, but you have no right to judge me. Because I am waiting for the world to change.

Sincerly,

A Fallen Angels and a member of the Black Parade

Welcome to the Black Parade.

[bloodymaryspoems-blog]

Dear Hater

If you are reading this, I wish you well. Let me get something straight. I am no different than you. I am like everyone else. But I stand out I am the loner, the emo, the nerd, I am the bullied. I am your nightmare shadow.  I am weird because I don’t wear make-up. Because I don’t play sports and I don’t want to be a cheerleader.  I don’t say YOLO or drink or buy Miss Me jeans. I am unique.

So what if I am the one in black on picture day? So what if I love raining days, because I find the sound relaxing? So what if I listen to rock music and not pop? So what if I am a Fallen Angel, a member of the Black Parade, and not a Belieber or Directioner? So what if I am not a bubble-gum pink baby girl? So what if I can’t stand your so-called sweet boy-bands?

I am a Tumblr-ing, Pinning weirdo that loves the shock of music that goes from soft piano to a low scream. I love the sound of guitars and drums blaring loud. I love music with beats and I love music with a meaning. I like black because it is the color of the shadows and it is the mixtures of all colors. I love the music that got its fame from its meaning. I love music that wasn’t made to dance to . I love music that was made to feel.

I am not a bubble gum pink cheerleader with pomp-poms high. I am not a soccer chick kicking a field goal. I am not a football girl cheering on the home team. I am the one in the stands with a nose in a book. I am the one whose conversation revolves around books I read and bands I love. I am the one who shouts the battle cry. I am  the one who doesn't judge. I don’t cut down. I don’t find it fun to do. And neither should you.

Hater, I am not like you. You can judge me with your stereotypes but you should know this….. I will always stand strong. Throw your ‘water bottles’ at me, call me names. Goth, emo, gay, weirdo, creepizod, and freak are just titles you placed on me. The truth is: You say You only Live Once. I say you will never live again, so ignore the haters, You are not alone. I will never back down and I am sick and tired of the crap. You want to hate on my clothes, my bands, and my life? Go ahead. But here me out.

My bands are my heroes. They make that cold dark lonely room I am in finally feel like a home. They make my day. I sing along to their songs, because I understand the horror of being alone, of being the outcast, of being ignored because I am not popular. They saved my best friend. They saved me. I was in a dark place, digging my nails deep into my skin. I never drew blood but I despised myself. I hate myself. The words that your culture and media threw at people like me ran through my head. Fat, and ugly, plain and nerdy. I hated that my hair wasn't thick and wavy like my sister’s. That my face was square and covered in ache. That I was short. That I wasn't athletic. That I wasn't a party girl.

If you never felt like you don’t matter. If you never felt like you are the problem in your family. If you never felt like if you died tomorrow no will  care. I applaud you and your prefect life. But that is not me. That is not who I am. I cry myself to sleep. I lay awake for hours. I can’t stand to be around people. I wear a mask. A mask of insincere happiness. I am going to wear that mask no longer. I will show my true colors.

My friend showed me that you don’t have to be prefect. My bands gave me the courage. Black Veil Brides, My Chemical Romance, Blood on the Dance Floor, Hollywood Undead, A Day to Remember, Asking Alexandria, Ghost Town make me happy. I will always sing along to them. Have fun standing forever in the crowd. One day, You will have a herd of kids and see me on the TV. One day, I will show you why I matter. I maybe just like you but I am someone who will not smoke pot or go out past curfew and drink my precious life away. One day, I will take the stage and I will lead more loners to friends like the BVB army and the Black Parade. One day, My voice will echo. One day, me and my loner friends will be famous and our cry legendary: We scream, We shout, We are the Fallen Angels.

Sincerely signed,

A Fallen Angel and a member of the Black Parade.

Never give in, Never give up

We will lead this army with Flesh & Blood.

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Hater

Dear person who hates me, 

I feel very confused by you sometimes. I didn't do anything mean to you. I didn't hurt you, did I? You told your friends that you hate me for no reason at all. I've tried talking to you but you shun me. Then to my boyfriend you say that you "think she's(I'm) nice" and "don't understand why she(I) hates me (you)". I don't. I honestly don't have enough time for hate. I'm sorry if I hurt you and I'm sorry we aren't friends but I'd like to be. Why hate me? I just don't understand. 

There is seriously absolutely no space for hate in my schedule. So please change your attitude and then we can talk. Not as enemies or as one person trying to harm the other. BUT as mature people who have the decency to try to work things out. 

Much love, 

Me

[jjammppongg-blog]

Dear Hater,

Salamat kasi dahil sa'yo, naramdaman kong maging sikat kahit in a short period of time.

[jjammppongg-blog]

Dear Hater,

Salamat dahil kahit ganito lang pagmumukha ko, nagagawa mo pa ring mainsecure sakin.

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