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Worth it
Once a junkie always a junkie, right? Sure I know some who can say they've been sober for 5, 10, hell even 20 years. However, it's still there, it might not show on the surface, but they no longer look at the world the same. They've changed. The way they think, sleep, eat, LIVE; most of you can't see it. Those who knew them before know only part of it. Those who just met them didn't know them before. It's only those who stayed with them through it all who perhaps have the slightest clue to what I'm talking about...
Once you step into the dark abyss it takes apart of you, but what you might not know is that a piece of it stays with you. There are many names for it:
broken,
damaged,
delinquent,
criminal,
addict,
hopeless,
deranged,
crazy,
junkie,
lowlife,
useless,
worthless,
homeless,
ruffian,
thug,
gangster,
street rat,
gutter punk,
hoodlum,
hood rat,
ghetto,
unfit,
piece of shit,
unlucky,
damned,
unwanted,
helpless,
garbage,
unworthy,
godless,
sinner.
Disposable.
The world fails to realize that we go into the abyss so they won't have to. Most who have never gazed into themselves will never know what I'm talking about. And that's okay too. For when the abyss gazes back at you something amazing happens. Something beautiful.
A burning pyoir.
It is the spark that keeps the flame of humanity going.
It is the reason why there is hope and faith left in the world.
It is the reason why we haven't destroyed ourselves, why we've made it this far.
Without those willing to brave the darkness, the world would be lost; humanity devoured.
Without the poor,
the junkie,
the criminal,
the basket case,
the ugly,
the trangender,
the freak,
the fatso,
the fag,
the traumatized,
the beaten,
the broken.
The world would never know how to get the fuck back up.
So what?
I am broken,
beautifully damaged and unbearably human.
We are the reason the rest of the world fights,
we are the reason for passion,
art,
music.
We are the inspiration,
the muse.
The EXCUSE.
We are the light and the dark; for we have been through both and lived to tell about it.
We are the only reason why, after so much hate has flooded the surface of this earth and stained humanity, the world is still a beautiful place.
© Oaktree
Once you step into the dark abyss it takes apart of you, but what you might not know is that a piece of it stays with you. There are many names for it:
broken,
damaged,
delinquent,
criminal,
addict,
hopeless,
deranged,
crazy,
junkie,
lowlife,
useless,
worthless,
homeless,
ruffian,
thug,
gangster,
street rat,
gutter punk,
hoodlum,
hood rat,
ghetto,
unfit,
piece of shit,
unlucky,
damned,
unwanted,
helpless,
garbage,
unworthy,
godless,
sinner.
Disposable.
The world fails to realize that we go into the abyss so they won't have to. Most who have never gazed into themselves will never know what I'm talking about. And that's okay too. For when the abyss gazes back at you something amazing happens. Something beautiful.
A burning pyoir.
It is the spark that keeps the flame of humanity going.
It is the reason why there is hope and faith left in the world.
It is the reason why we haven't destroyed ourselves, why we've made it this far.
Without those willing to brave the darkness, the world would be lost; humanity devoured.
Without the poor,
the junkie,
the criminal,
the basket case,
the ugly,
the trangender,
the freak,
the fatso,
the fag,
the traumatized,
the beaten,
the broken.
The world would never know how to get the fuck back up.
So what?
I am broken,
beautifully damaged and unbearably human.
We are the reason the rest of the world fights,
we are the reason for passion,
art,
music.
We are the inspiration,
the muse.
The EXCUSE.
We are the light and the dark; for we have been through both and lived to tell about it.
We are the only reason why, after so much hate has flooded the surface of this earth and stained humanity, the world is still a beautiful place.
© Oaktree
