Post by ninjah on Aug 8, 2010 14:05:52 GMT -8
Dead much?
Back off I’ll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
Headstrong we’re headstrong.
Isaiah Matthew Knight - 18 – Student - Dead
Back off I’ll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
Headstrong we’re headstrong.
Isaiah Matthew Knight - 18 – Student - Dead
Well, well, isn’t this a pleasant surprise? Here I am. Dead. Truthfully, it’s not all that bad. Even while everyone else treats me like complete shit, hell. They have no idea what it’s like. There’s so much less to worry about. Besides, who are they to judge? They don’t know what it’s like to die. It’s painful. At least that’s how it was for me anyway. Would you like that little piece of my story? It’s not pretty, it’s not funny, and it’s definitely not something that I’m proud of. Even if I enjoy being dead, that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t mind going back to the life I had before. Back to the life where people looked at me like everyone else…back to my life where my girlfriend (Oh wait, should I say ex?) didn’t run when she saw me or when my parents still called me their son. But here’s that story I promised you…
I wasn’t a great kid. I ran, I stole. All around, I was quite the little hellion. I did whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted, and I believed that there was nothing out there that could hurt me. You see, I like to skateboard…and I still do, but I don’t do it quite as frequently as I use to. Before, I skated every day. If you wanted to find me, I’ll would be at the skate park ripping up everything, but one day my friends and I decided we wanted to do something crazy. We wanted to do something a little more dangerous and a little more adrenaline pumping than just the pipe. So, someone suggested the construction site…this place where there was a business being built. Hell, I don’t even remember what the business was of, but I do remember the building was huge…but unfinished. Pretty much only the basic skeleton structure was made. A couple floors, lots of ladders, and plenty of holes everywhere. Being that bad ass that I thought I was, I was convinced that I would be able to jump one of those holes. When my friend dared me, well…I had to then.
Obviously… I didn’t make it.
I fell. I fell 9 fucking stories, and I didn’t die. Oh, no. Not right away anyway. All I can remember is the pain. Pain that made me blind, and my so-called- friends ditched me and left me there. Left me there to just bleed to death. Lets just say they weren’t that happy when they saw me walk up to them a couple weeks later with a few choice words to say, but there you go. That’s how the so called bad ass skater died.
I’m not quite that full of myself anymore. Dying kind of made me realize a few things:
1. Friends are flakes.
2. Invincibility doesn’t exist.
3. Being dead makes you a ‘monster.’
4. And everything I once believed all proved out to be a god damn lie.
So, now that you all know who I am, guess you can say that I’m not quite the happiest person in the world. Not. Even. Close.
[/font][/left]I wasn’t a great kid. I ran, I stole. All around, I was quite the little hellion. I did whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted, and I believed that there was nothing out there that could hurt me. You see, I like to skateboard…and I still do, but I don’t do it quite as frequently as I use to. Before, I skated every day. If you wanted to find me, I’ll would be at the skate park ripping up everything, but one day my friends and I decided we wanted to do something crazy. We wanted to do something a little more dangerous and a little more adrenaline pumping than just the pipe. So, someone suggested the construction site…this place where there was a business being built. Hell, I don’t even remember what the business was of, but I do remember the building was huge…but unfinished. Pretty much only the basic skeleton structure was made. A couple floors, lots of ladders, and plenty of holes everywhere. Being that bad ass that I thought I was, I was convinced that I would be able to jump one of those holes. When my friend dared me, well…I had to then.
Obviously… I didn’t make it.
I fell. I fell 9 fucking stories, and I didn’t die. Oh, no. Not right away anyway. All I can remember is the pain. Pain that made me blind, and my so-called- friends ditched me and left me there. Left me there to just bleed to death. Lets just say they weren’t that happy when they saw me walk up to them a couple weeks later with a few choice words to say, but there you go. That’s how the so called bad ass skater died.
I’m not quite that full of myself anymore. Dying kind of made me realize a few things:
1. Friends are flakes.
2. Invincibility doesn’t exist.
3. Being dead makes you a ‘monster.’
4. And everything I once believed all proved out to be a god damn lie.
So, now that you all know who I am, guess you can say that I’m not quite the happiest person in the world. Not. Even. Close.
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