Quotes About Struggle

Life forgets me but will not let me forget Holds me down and tells me that I'm free.

I used to love you I still do So Selfish I love the old you The you that didnt shoot drugs ...The you that didnt get beat on by men You laugh in my face and call me a fool But its true I still love you Sometimes,I can see the old you When your eyes flash When you almost look alive

I am too far gone to be rehabilitated.

They left like you knew they would. They went away and you fell like a stone. All the way to the bottom of your room. I see you, yes I see you. Sitting in your chair, hating every minute of it. Falling like a stone without even moving. It hurt you to know that you were right about all the shit you wanted to be wrong about. They always leave you. You put yourself in the right place to get left.

It is our destiny to be born beautiful into an ugly age.

Life will not break your heart. It will crush it.

I will never let you know how much you hurt me No, I will never tell you The lasts few months have sent me into myself It's not easy to forget you Time is healing me I keep my feelings to myself, it helps I don't understand you or your kind I end up getting myself messed up I can't take any more beatings like this

I have to keep moving I don't want to think I'm going to work all day today I don't want to stop Don't want to let my brain catch up my thoughts How will I be able to tell them that I'm a shadow A grey patch of cold rotting life

You can only take me so low. After that it just doesn't hurt anymore. Your words and blows lose meaning and effect. You lose control of the situation. I can withstand any beating you can administer effortlessly but would die from receiving. How? I have waited. I have paid. I have scarred myself crawling through the guts of the machine, seeing how it works.

I don't want to go with the smooth skin and the calm brow. I hope I end up a blithering idiot cursing the sun - hallucinating, screaming, giving obscene and inane lectures on street corners and public parks.

I would like to be able to gently drift in and out of existence when I wanted to. I don't want to kill myself. I still want to listen to Charlie Parker and sit in a room alone at four in the morning. There are moments to live for. There are times, hours slammed together, that are definitely worthwhile. It's all the other hours, minutes and unendurable expanses of time that drag me by my collarbone slowly through the mindlessness of their blank words.

I cling to my memories of glorious desperation.

A man came up to me the other day and said he hadn't had a bite in weeks. So you know what I did? I walked by him like he didn't even exist.

If it's a man's world, as they say, then men: your world is a poorly run carnage fest.

I was at this guy's house. I met this girl who was hanging out there. She was real pretty, she had brown eyes and dark hair. She was soft-spoken and real nice. I know that everyone has their own life and they can do what they want and you shouldn't think anything of it or anything. But man, I couldn't help but flinch a little when I saw all those needle marks in her arm, they looked so sore. Hateful little holes. I wanted to say something, but I didn't.

Florida Highway, 1986. Lonely slum. I passed through on low wheels. It was hot outside. Shacks, gas stations that didn't work, dead corn in fields, children on the road, retarded and dulled by the heat. Two girls waved as I passed.

I want to be that which overcomes itself Listening to them makes me weak and small I watch them go out and fuck each other They tell me that I'm crazy The years scar me I don't want a smooth ride I want the crushing wheel

The power of depression is undeniable When I'm in its grip I don't remember ever feeling any other way

People that you thought were your friends give you shit about working hard. All I know is that we play hard and a lot of this shit is not fun. Playing is great but the way we live is not the life of a rockstar.

I know why Kurtz went up river. He was tired of all the weak fucks that populate the streets of every city in the world.

Without a defined enemy, some people wouldn't know how to get through the day. When there's no enemy, they make one. An enemy does not occur naturally. Animals may have conflict but it is survival motivated. It is Homo sapiens who seek out others and hit them until they hit back. It is as old as the first line drawn in the sand. Isn't it easier to fight than think?

Don't let them scar you with their weakness. They will cripple you with their lives. They will make you want to die just to get away from them.

If you're finding life to be the one thing that's trying to kill you, I want you to stay alive to rise with the sun and fight back.

It hurt to pull out the slivers but I knew that I couldn't bleed anymore, I had lost too much blood already. Now I remain, scarred and regaining strength.