Hello I'm Douglas ..basically ....Run!

#NowPlaying WANDERERS RADIO by Douglas James Cartner alll types of older tunes

notice how the guy on the sign has some resemblances to Axton, different but the same kind of points ?  

I envy those lot that get to go on the island, I would love to be chucked into that situation 

as he gave the gun his last kiss

Eyes dull no more space to fill more cuts will no longer life's goal to fufil different day same old drill head full of shit but no skill tries to go in for the kill but always short on pills all the empty the booze fills only thing left for thrills is the booze and pills on the windowsill an empty void where there was a heart the last one got torn apart by another siren tart 19 still can't get a head in life ducks and dodges all the strife just to sit, drink & cut himself with a knife knocked down time and time again yet stood up a man among men over the years he's grown, throwing his feeling at the end of a pen so many last notes addressed to them but ends up k.o or throwing it up everymorning faces life with a smile despite the rut a mask thats cracked over the times that show as lines on his face and arms crying out like a mime no one sees the sign when they do its like he commited a crime eyes have sunken over all the sleep less nights red from emotional fights drinking to dampen any lights apologizing for any & everything is that right that he'd rather be outta sight blood running from the knife bite like a soldier tryna keep is composure a bergen full of hopes and dreams slung over his shoulder as his hearts gone crack hit the sack watch as his vision goes black

well here's to another year, where a "new me" is basically just wearing another mask hoping that I can make it to the end of the day without drinking or killing myslef ...or both, went in with a drink in my and and a bag of problems, came out with drink and a bag of the same problems and a worrying sense it will all be the same this year or itll end up alone again so this might bee my last year in this world .

Im sorry

See I wonder what people would say at my funeral and where I'm going if I'm out the forces and sitting in a pub on Sunday afternoon

photographer: Gina