This is my mind most days, you can never tell anyone how you feel. They will use it against you at the first oppurtunity. Every reaction is a condemnation and not a real expression of how you feel. No matter how you express it, the right way always eludes you. You just have to accept you will always be wrong and that speaking was a mistake.
I have my own silent hill inside my mind, I don't feel excited about doing even things I used to love, for example drawing, to be honest I'm a bit tired of it all, I wonder if things will ever get better, and that my existence will give meaning .
I use to draw often when i was younger, but now i just stare at the paper and almost do nothing for half an hour, i think i lost my creativity while growing up
@@tommyhernandez9392 The same happens to me brother, I wonder where all those ideas went, it's as if I didn't think at all but at the same time I thought a lot, I think it was this mental disorder that took that away from me, I believe there is still time to recover my creativity and have new ideas, I hope you overcome this too and we can go back to designing everything we want
This dead world All of this seems so far to me I wish so many things Yet I fear nothing will stick There's no pressure but It's like a soft decent A far away sound barely heard Every part of this world has become I'm starting to realize how quiet I am And I can't stop this slow decent I'm completely aware of how far I am And yet I still feel dread and fear Everything unravels before me This young blood runs tainted My soul feels older and heavy The escape I crave always Out of reach locked away This dead world I roam Without purpose or meaning A soft nightmare my day is I keep sitting on the edge Oblivion I stare into And it looks back at me Cold and uncaring of everything It's getting harder to be alone Even with family I'm torn apart All of this sorrow and regret I'm just a toy for emotions I'm thrown into hurt and disappear My thoughts disarray and faulted No matter what I connect It never fits it just crumbles I wish I could see beyond the black Though I'm sprawled across this If my emotions were visible I'd be so recognizable I wish I could be so much more Yet I'll never be able to escape this Even with my unrestrained time Dread seeps though it If my eyes could speak it would say "Nothing's new as always"
Oh, come on! Are you serious?! You want to tell me, you can't just modulate sawtooth for 3 hours and call it Silent Hill ambience? You want to tell me, you need actually use muffled piano, distorted percussion and some wierd and unpleasant noises? Like... in the game?! Whats next? You will proclame you should actually produce your tracks isnead of generating them with AI? Infuriating! :D
